Author: Sarra Cannon

And 31 has arrived, whether I wanted it to or not. That’s the thing about birthdays… as long as you are still alive, they are inevitable. I guess the only thing to do is embrace my 31’ness and love it. I am discovering that aging is not the easiest thing in the world, especially when you feel like you are not making the most of your life. By some strange trick of fate or perhaps by providence, I found a letter my father wrote to me 11 years ago on my birthday. This is not a letter that I saved…

Tomorrow’s the big day, my 31st birthday. I am fully aware of the fact that most people don’t make a big deal of their birthdays past the age of 21 (except maybe 50, but I still have some time before I reach that benchmark). I am not sure why every day feels like a countdown to the guillotine to me. 30 fell heavy on me, but I blamed it on the fact that I had just filed for divorce and was facing major stress and drama at the time. So, what’s my excuse this year? I was thinking about it,…

So I have been watching streaming video from ON AIR with Ryan Seacrest, where they play random videos, old and new. Ciara and Missy Eliot’s “One, Two Step” just came on and it’s the first time I’ve ever seen that video, even though I’ve heard the song a ton. Something about Ciara just mesmerized me. Sure, she’s gorgeous, but it is more than that. She just has a presence on screen. She seems incredibly comfortable with her own body, and I can’t help but wonder how that happens. I have known beautiful women before who are just not comfortable in…

And the distractions. While I certainly love that I can work in my pj’s from the comfort of my home office where all of my fun pens and notebooks and references are within easy reach, I can’t help but wonder if I would get more quality writing time in if I was out of the house. You hear all the time about how a writer composed some famous novel or poem in a cafe or park. Maybe there’s something to that. I am not getting nearly enough writing done in a day. Right now, I am lucky if I get…

Season 7 of American Idol has begun!! I didn’t actually watch last night’s audition show, but I recorded it and I am looking forward to watching it this morning. The audition shows always crack me up, even if they are contrived and set up in a way. My cousin Kevin went to the auditions in Nashville a few years ago, and he said that there are several rounds you have to get through in order to actually audition in front of Simon, Paula, and Randy. Judges are set up in little mini-booths that are crammed together in rooms and hallways…

I am not going to write much today, because my left hand is killing me. Well, specifically, my left wrist hurts. I must have been holding it wrong when I was typing or something, I am not sure. All I know is that for the past 24 hours, it hurts like hell to do just about anything, and it is extremely annoying. Especially when you are a writer who plays computer games for fun. I am going to take it easy again today on the computer, though, and hope that tomorrow I am feeling all better.