Regular readers know that I also moonlight as a writer. I’ve got a couple novel length projects, some shorter stuff, some kids stories. None of them are ‘finished’, they all need some serious editing, but I’m getting better at it.
Anyway, I finished a first draft of a novel last month and I’ve been kind of wishy washy over what I should do next. I’m doing NaNoWriMo again this year, which starts in November. According to the rules we’re supposed to start a new project on the first day and finish the draft by the end of the month, equaling 50K words. I’ve done a couple before, they’re fun.
But the dilemma is, what do I do in the interim? I don’t want to start some serious project that might not be done before NaNo, but I also don’t want to waste the time by not writing. Continue reading
I was already pondering this post today about where I am in my head when I made a somewhat amusing observation. Thirteen years ago today Cat and I got married. I was thinking back over past relationships and the date popped up on my computer… it took me a moment but the date kept tickling the back of my brain until I realized the connection. It’s a fine correlation with what I was already circling.
One of the things you might know about me is I’m a bit of a romantic. I’m nostalgic, I love stories, and I save everything. I’m not a hoarder but anything that sparks a memory I hang onto, good or bad. Souvenirs from every relationship are carefully boxed and saved, emails and texts are never deleted. Hell, I still have the chat conversations with Anne (Not to be confused with Ann) from back in my college days and those are fifteen years old now. I’ve gotten tattoos were several different girlfriends, a permanent reminder. In another box I have every notebook I’ve ever written in, poems, journals, story ideas, and more reminders. It’s one reason that I almost never delete posts on my blogs. Almost never. Continue reading
I’m on the road for work this week, attending meetings and giving presentations. My job is mostly a solitary one but a couple times a year we all get together and share our various war stories, trying to impress our bosses.
This week, when I was supposed to be wowing my coworkers and supervisors I hit a mental wall. First off, as surprising as it might sound here, I’m really quite a modest person and don’t like tooting my proverbial horn. Talking myself up in real life isn’t something I enjoy doing. Secondly, I’d gotten less than six hours of sleep in the previous two days due to traveling and the time differences.
I got up in front of the group, power point ready to go.
We’d already been at the meeting for a couple hours, one of the organizers told me we had thirty minutes until the scheduled break. Would that be enough time for my presentation? Continue reading
My dog has a few strange traits, one of which is her abhorrence of loud vehicles. I’m pretty sure that in her head volume = evil, the louder it is the worse it is.
Among the many devils that plague my neighborhood are motorcycles, moving vans, and the worse of the worst, garbage trucks. These must be defeated at all costs.
In dog logic, the only way to rid the world of loud evil is by being even louder. Yes, that’s right, the punishment for being noisy is to be bombarded with more noise. Ie. barking. Barking as loud as possible with every inch of power in her 25 lb frame. Continue reading
I’ve been in a weird place for the last couple weeks. A quiet, introspective place. I haven’t even been writing much, for the blog anyway, just putting up old drafts that were written months ago. This afternoon I was watching some stupid sitcom on TV about divorce and getting married again. The show was nothing remarkable but it did manage to dredge up a few memories.
When the couple was splitting up their belongings the soon-to-be ex-wife pulled a strange bowl out of one of their boxes. It was an ugly ceramic nacho bowl shaped like a sombrero. It was one of those novelty items, something a tourist would pick up on for five dollars on a trip to Mexico. In the show it was only on screen for a second, it wasn’t even a conversation piece, but I about had a heart attack when I saw it. Continue reading
I have a wonderful, wonderful dog. Mostly. She’s definitely a personality. Most of the time we get along great, but one of her less endearing traits is her punctuality. You see, during the week we go for our morning walk before I leave for work, which is really early in the morning. This means that on the weekend she expects us to keep this schedule. No matter what.
So, every Saturday and Sunday morning I’m woken at an ungodly hour by a whining, insistent, nuzzling nose. She does not care how late I was up the night before, nor how many alcoholic beverages were consumed, nor how hungover and exhausted I am. When it’s time to go, it’s time to go, and I’ve learned the hard way not to ignore my doggy alarm clock. Continue reading
This is not a blog about writing, however, it is a place for ranting. Many of the bloggers that I follow also write stories, some even write books, but over and over I see the same mistakes and it’s driving me nuts. If you’ve been following me for long enough you might remember the series of posts I did about poets last year, I’m just as hard on fiction writers. What bugs me is how few of these writers really focus on learning their craft before putting it out for the world to see.
I’m not talking about a missed comma here and there, I never pay much attention to them and as long as it isn’t frequent it’s forgivable, I’m talking about the style rules. If I see a book blurb, a first page, or the beginning of a post that violates these rules I don’t even bother reading further. Nope, it’s not worth it, the rest of the story/poem/book is probably just as bad. Continue reading
Fridays are supposed to be nice, easy, laid back days. Most of my Fridays are like that, thankfully. However, today was quite the opposite.
Work ran really late and it was hot out. Really hot out. It was an eleven hour day and by the end I felt like half a cave man, stubble thickening on my jaw, sticky with sweat, so hungry I was ready to beat something to death and so agitated that seemed preferable to stopping at McDonalds. I was a fucking monster, angry at the world, smelly, and frustrated.
As a little gift to myself, I decided to spend a bit of the work bonus I got this month on a new laptop. My good laptop died last year and I’ve been making do with one of my old netbooks that hasn’t quite died yet. I was thinking, hey, it’s Friday, work sucked, I deserve a little something nice and I have the cash. Continue reading
It’s a kind of hard to write much about the breakup with Stephanie, like most of our relationship it was pretty unremarkable. I suppose that’s a good thing but it does complicate writing about it.
When I first met Stephanie and we started going out I knew I was going to break her heart. While we’re the same age, she was far less experienced than me in relationships. She still harbored fairy tale dreams. It was interesting because on a superficial level she’s far more successful, good professional job, connections, but behind closed doors it was like she was 17 instead of in her thirties. I’m not going to go into her personal life here but she had some familial issues at a young age that delayed her sexual/romantic life. Think forty year old virgin but not quite as bad. Continue reading
**Those of you who are regular readers will know I have nothing against feminism. I make jokes sometimes but I also have four sisters and was raised in a family that was very firm on everyone, all people are equal. This is just a story and some thoughts about a particular individual and situation.**
As this relationship with Stephanie winds to its inevitable end (I’m seeing her tomorrow, break up time), I find myself reflecting on relationships and life. I’ve been remembering the great loves and losses, the good times and the bad, what really worked for me and what didn’t.
During this reflection I came to think about one of my first relationships.
In high school I started dating Anne (not to be confused with Ann St. Vincent, that was later). The story of the relationship is interesting, I’ve written about it previously (Anne pt 1, Anne pt 2). I’m not going into all the details, you can read the previous posts if you want that, but I’ll give a quick summary. Continue reading