Friday, November 30, 2012

Writer's Group / November 28

Word of the blog: Inertia (n.) - inertness, especially with regard to effort, motion, action, and the like; inactivity; sluggishness
Jade Rosen's inertia in regards to her blog did nothing to encourage followers, or herself.

Hey World,

Bet you thought I'd forgotten about you again.  Well, ha!  I've proved you wrong.  Sure, it's been a month, but I'm still here.  Sending out my random thoughts to the universe and hoping that somebody, somewhere reads them...  And knows what the hell I'm talking about, because I sure don't half the time.

So, what's up with me, you might ask.  In book news, I've finally come to the end of the revisions to the first half (God, please let me be half done with this book), which means I can officially begin writing new chapters.  Now, if I could manage to think those new chapters up in my head I might be able to get somewhere.  It's not that I don't have some idea of where I'd like this book to go.  It's just a clusterf#$% of information and ideas is brewing around in my mind with not too much rhyme or reason.  I should really hire a professional organizer to go through my upstairs and get everything in order.  But, those people are probably expensive and I don't have that kind of extra cash.  Guess that leaves me with sifting through the mess on my own.  Very time-consuming.

In family news, as we're in the midst of holiday season, I've just returned from spending Thanksgiving with my Mother in Atlanta and will soon be travelling to Pennsylvania to visit both Mother and Grandmother again for Christmas.  Joy to the world and all that jazz.  And while I'll be busy berating myself for over-indulging in all the food we love to eat and hate to exercise away, listening to my Grandmother complain of how she'll never be a Great-Grandmother, and crossing my fingers that I won't have to whip out the old credit card to pay my regular bills in addition to Christmas gifts; I'll also be thankful for the break and happy (never repeat I said that; have to maintain my apathetic exterior) to see at least my immediate family well.  And, there's always the hope that I'll score some good presents!

In work news, I'm still doing the same job.  But, I have had some prospects for a couple other positions.  Of course, both of them will heap greater amounts of work on me, leaving little time for me to pursue writing.  It's like these people don't know I'm only here for the paycheck and they actually expect me to want to advance in this career!  Don't they know I have no interest whatsoever in becoming a permanent part of their corporate structure?  Honestly, you give people a good few hours of work a day and it's like they want you to actually be useful.

Okay, was that enough sarcasm?  Because I can do more.  No?  That was good?  Good, then.  I am a little worried that I'll get so caught up in working that I'll lose track of the dream.  However, on the other hand, I'll still probably dislike whatever job I may get enough to keep pushing to the completion of the novel, despite exhaustion and stress.  In fact, it might get me even more motivated, so there's that.  And, I wouldn't turn my nose up at a raise in pay either.

In health news, I've actually started a regimen to get into some kind of shape other than round, which is a very good shape for say a ball, but apparently not so much for a human being.  It began a little before Thanksgiving and I'm happy to say has managed to be picked right back up after that holiday of food-induced debauchery.  The trick of it was to not think of losing weight, dieting, or getting in shape; but, to save money.  By buying my own food and making my own meals, I save over going to a fast food place.  By getting in a little activity I can hopefully stop having to buy new clothes in bigger sizes.  Although, if I actually manage to lose I'll have to buy new clothes anyway.  But, I'll then get to be as superior as all those skinny bitches who stroll into 5-7-9 or Forever 21 and can immediately get their -2 size jeans.  So, that would be money well spent.  And, on the plus-side, maybe I'll also be able to bring my blood pressure down enough that my doctor stops breathing down my neck everytime I go see her.  Getting the whole "you're gonna stroke out" spiel from a health professional is not high on my list of enjoyable experiences.

In personal news...let's see...there's, um...  Oh yeah, there is no personal news.  Still single.  Taking it one day at a time and hoping that spinsterhood syndrome (where I stop caring about my inability to relate enough to a single other person enough for them to want to sacrifice themselves in matrimony) kicks in soon.  Or, maybe just hoping at some point I can have enough time to spend on a pet I can lavish all of these disgustingly needy feelings on.  I mean, really, feelings are such a hassle.  I wonder if men get this at all?  Maybe it's just a smaller part of their brain.  Makes it easier to ignore when there are more logical things to consider, like when the next SportsCenter will be on, or if they really have to put on pants just to get the mail.  I don't know.  This romance thing is a chemical mystery I'm kind of wishing someone could cure if only so it would stop getting in the way of my concentration.

And, in other news, my birthday is coming up next week.  I'll be 29.  The last year of official youth.  I probably don't consider it as big a deal as others because I didn't really do anything with my twenties.  I certainly never had the crazy adventures that typically come standard to that age group.  No real heartbreak, crazy episodes with friends, or things to regret.  Well, other than I have nothing to regret.  And, while I still consider myself immature mentally, I've been pretty much otherwise responsible.  Maybe I'll be strange and all the excitement in my thirties.  Maybe I'm just boring.  Either way, it's a blessing to have made it another year without an overdose of tragedy.  Maybe that's the best way to look at it.  Every year I can get through that my life is still more up than down is a good one.  Things could be worse, much more so.  Put things in perspective and get past your complaints.  Look forward to that birthday and all the things the future can bring.  Might be cliche, but things get to be cliche for a reason.  They're usually true.

Until next time.