Looking for a strong story.

Off late I have been thinking of what my true talent is, something that I enjoy doing and a something where I am a 'natural' natuarally.
I enjoy talking/gossping, but that can never count in as a hobby or a a talent right?
I used to write funny things when I was a kid(atleast , thats what I was told by my family).
So after all these years I set out to writing, one day out of pain, out of frustration I wrote the above blog.
Well, dont expect a "the rest is history, fairy tale" here.Nothing has happened since then.
I tried to put my thoughts into that direction, like how those famous people say
eveyrthing I look at is a subject for me.

It was lunch with my colleagues, and he was sharing this anecdote of how when he and a his wife fight ,and how his wife (Rest of the women) thinks she is always right.
Cool,This is what I needed, I thought.
My essay/book would be called as "Why women are always right" and the cover would have Newyork Time's best seller..
Other than the title, and the cover picture with a attractive cartoon of a woman (obviously !)with hands on hip, I had nothing.
I pondered on this for a while and concluded that may be this subject is not strong enough to have a physical form, and I decided to look for new storylines.

My next subject was from a tv interview about fall getaways.
We were looking to get away to some place this thanksgiving (we are still looking BTW),and I came across this report on cnn about perfect fall getaways.Here is how the actual interview goes.
"Hi xyz, from some travel magazine, whats your recommendation for fall getaway"
"Hi zxy, here are my picks for fall.
Lake placid- you can get a nice B&B for $250 .
Mounatain frickingExpensive-There is a nice little resort,theres a deal of $1000 for 2 nights, its a little bit expensive ...and then..blah blah...I didnt care to hear any more.
Alright who are these people who want to pay $500 for a hotel room? I let my imagination to fly and thought this would make a good story.
Nope ,I realized after 2 more days thinking in the train that I got nothing.

Then came this weekend where in we have a drama played by a local troupe.
Here was my Aha moment, I need to write a short play.
I am funny, people do really laugh at my jokes,some of them just laugh when I just speak(although that number is very low).
so I set out to write a smart and funny play.
I started to look for inspiration, how about a play about variety of characters in the office?
I already had characters ,The know it all guy, The hardworking nerd,The drama queen, The suckup...
I imagined myself directing the drama, and people complementing on how funny I am,and me telling in an interview how some of my friends are still not happy with me, and have stopped talking to me.
So the characters were ready but whats going to be the plot? Hmmmm....
To make this a success I needed a strong story.
How about something centered around a big goof up of the century by one of the characters(probably the drama queen,I dont like her)
or how about something like a moving tale,like lets say one of the character finding a baby on the train railings..
I was now laughing aloud when I realzied how absurd my plot was.
Where was this idea from? (probably a CNN article about a lady delivering a baby while peeing in the train..)
Thank god, I had reached my station and I had to put a stop to my train of thoughts.

Mind is a wierd thing though, inspite of realizing how much effort it took to write a story, I never stopped looking for one.

Its halloween this wekeend, and I thought why not write a ghost story, or may be horror story, like that twilight writer who just wrote her first novel out of nowhere and started a trend.
Let me tell you I am not a big fan of horror movies or horror books.Not that I would not enjoy them(if I ever read them), but just that I am really a wuss.
You probably will never know this thing about me, if you saw me soldiering in central park, or saw me wandering in the dark in a totally unknown place.
Yes, I can do all this because I never read those horror books, my thoughts are not driven by watching or reading about the wind blowing omniously while an wolf cries in the distant and an owl echoes in.
I remain oblivous to the notion/images about a stranger with a saw hiding behind the bush ready to jump in the same exact moment when I am crosssing the bush.

So , this probably is the most horror that I can imagine and I want to leave it at that.

Its been a month since the begining of this experiment ,I have not been able to write a single story or a short play, but I still keep looking.
In the mean while I did write a small poem about my hubby and son, I kind of like it.
I dont know whether all the prose and poetry is right or left,fresh or frozen but I liked it beacuse I wrote it from my heart.
He liked it too..