I just finished reading "Julie and Julia" last week. I was a bit enthralled I must say, especially being a writer myself, and wanting to figure out how to break in. 'Here's a woman' i thought 'who didn't even care about writing and she got published' I want to do that. I also was a bit amazed by her feat. I contemplated copying her for about two seconds. After I was done contemplating I remembered a few things. One, I don't much like to cook, I would love to enjoy it, but as of yet cooking and i just don't see eye to eye. And another thing, I'm a bit of a picky eater. There are times when I will try something new and enjoy it, but that is a rare occassion. In fact I think the only people I've ever tried food for was an ex-boyfriend and my sister. Oh, and not to mention the fact that i dont' live in NYC. It didn't seem such an easy task to track down some of the foods Julia wanted her to cook, how could I expect to find them in the middle of nowhere massachusetts?

 So, last night I was laying in bed. It was one of those nights, you know those nights where you can tell you are tired beyond tired, but yet you still know that you won't be asleep anytime soon? It was one of those nights. I contemplated taking something but realized the "eight hours" of sleep the box said I would need probably wouldn't happen unless I fell asleep right that second after I took the pills, and even then it was cutting it close. So, I lay in bed ideas and thoughts racing through it like sugarplums in The Night Before Christmas. Somehow my brain got on the hubpages road, I don't know how it got there, but I'm rather happy it did. I started this account many months ago in hopes that it would get me to write more. It did, for a while, but then I got a job again and things tappered off. It always seems that jobs get in the way of my writing, I wonder why that is exactly. The more I contemplate what i want to do the more I keep coming back to the idea of writing. You may remember a month or so back they had a 100 hubs in 30 days. I tried this...it lasted one hub. I realized last night that the reason it didn't work is because I don't write these for money, I write them because I want to, because I enjoy it, because it makes me feel like Carrie from Sex and the City, but also a bit I realized because it gives me a chance to have people say "Hey, I like your writing." So that's where my idea came.

 Here's my idea. I am going to write every day from now until I have 100 fans. I figure if I get enough fans reading what I write and perhaps even having some of them tell me how awesome my writing is I may just get up the courage to try and write a real story. It seems everything I write is one or two page little globs of info. Or perhaps, this will lead to something more, a column perhaps? That might be kind of cool, but who knows. The more I write the more I seem to learn about myself and I think that's pretty great. So, here's where all 17 of you come in. Those of you who are already fans need to do me a huge favor, and I know this sounds chain maily and pyramid schemey and I'm sorry, but I promise it won't cost you a penny and I'm not going to lie to you and tell you that if you don't do what I am about to ask that you will have seven years of bad luck or anything silly like that. All I ask is that if you like my writing you tell you friends. It doesn't have to be anything major, a link on your facebook wall or a short e-mail to a friend or two is all I'm asking. Perhaps then if those friends tell some more friends, before we know it, I'll have 100 fans, and hopefully then I won't be so sick of writing that I give this hub up. But you know what, I doubt that will happen, I'm going to hedge a bet that the opposite will be true. i think after a while of always having to write it won't become something I have to do anymore it will become something I want to do, and perhaps something I have to do, but more along the lines of having to breath or eat, than having to take out the trash or do your homework. So, I leave you all with the words of a very wise band. Assume the loom baby!