Okay, I did it.
I just spent half an hour or so...writing.
All right, maybe mostly reading. Doing some light editing of the crap that passes for my novel. I did actually write a new paragraph. I have no idea where this paragraph belongs, mind you. But it's there now. I just can't believe how much worse the writing is than I remembered.
But, hey, it'll get better. And then the next one will be even better. But I've determined that I must finish this one, first, even if it's bad. So then I can see how to do it better next time.
Right?
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Monday, August 21, 2006
Bird by Bird
Okay, so why the hell didn't anybody tell me how funny Anne Lamott is?
I've heard of this book for years, but finally bought it from the Buy 2, Get the 3rd free table at Barnes & Noble. I suppose the fact that I finally succombed means that I'm getting closer to actually writing again (other than this blog...), but so far, I've managed to avoid that terrifying possibility. (heh)
But it's so damn funny. I hope I can make people laugh. And cry. And nod their heads in agreement at something that they realize is so, so true and they couldn't agree more. Just the way she does.
I've heard of this book for years, but finally bought it from the Buy 2, Get the 3rd free table at Barnes & Noble. I suppose the fact that I finally succombed means that I'm getting closer to actually writing again (other than this blog...), but so far, I've managed to avoid that terrifying possibility. (heh)
But it's so damn funny. I hope I can make people laugh. And cry. And nod their heads in agreement at something that they realize is so, so true and they couldn't agree more. Just the way she does.
Friday, August 18, 2006
Fast one
I only have a few minutes before I have to leave to play mah jongg, but there's not enough time to change the kitty litter, which I really wanted to get done before I went, but, oh, well.
Here's what was just going through my mind: I've been living alone for so many years, I am stuck inside my own head. It takes nearly a herculean effort to manage to look at the world around me, outside me and either see what others might see about me, or see that there are others out there. See what they're doing and saying.
As I've mentioned before, I have a cat and sometimes the only thing he's good for is to be there when I talk out loud, so I can pretend there's someone I'm actually talking to. True, sometimes I really am talking to him ("I hate you! Who's a good kitty? Why don't you eat what I give you?!!!). But a lot of times, well, I'm just talkin'.
Time to go.
Here's what was just going through my mind: I've been living alone for so many years, I am stuck inside my own head. It takes nearly a herculean effort to manage to look at the world around me, outside me and either see what others might see about me, or see that there are others out there. See what they're doing and saying.
As I've mentioned before, I have a cat and sometimes the only thing he's good for is to be there when I talk out loud, so I can pretend there's someone I'm actually talking to. True, sometimes I really am talking to him ("I hate you! Who's a good kitty? Why don't you eat what I give you?!!!). But a lot of times, well, I'm just talkin'.
Time to go.
Saturday, August 05, 2006
Home Alone
Yes, once again, I am home alone on a Saturday night. Nothing unusual about that. Nothing at all.
I need some new friends. I need some friends who will call me up and ask if I want to go to the movies with them. I want some friends who will call me up and ask if I want to go out to eat dinner or join them at their house.
I used to have friends like that. I used to have something resembling a social life. I acknowledge that this is partly my fault. People don't like to be around someone who has a disability, one of which now is obesity, and who is also relatively poor. So if someone did call me up and invite me to go to the movies with them, chances are quite good that I'd have to decline.
But it would be nice to be asked.
I suppose I should mention that I know a married couple who occasionally do invite me over for dinner. And I've even invited myself over, so I could cook dinner for them and for a friend whom I wanted to try a new dish I'd been making. "Oh, you want to come over here and cook for us? Sure!"
I want a new life, though. This one has some good moments, but it's time for something...more. I just heard on a tape yesterday about a visioning exercise someone had the interviewee perform, going out three years. And what she had envisioned actually came about three years later and it was something she would never have guessed she wanted, nor could she have guessed how it was going to happen. I'm thinking I need to try this. Take some time and envision how I would like my life to be like in three years. Even if it seems ridiculous to hope for.
I'll post back here about what I come up with. In the meanwhile, if anybody's reading and has done something like this, do tell, please.
I need some new friends. I need some friends who will call me up and ask if I want to go to the movies with them. I want some friends who will call me up and ask if I want to go out to eat dinner or join them at their house.
I used to have friends like that. I used to have something resembling a social life. I acknowledge that this is partly my fault. People don't like to be around someone who has a disability, one of which now is obesity, and who is also relatively poor. So if someone did call me up and invite me to go to the movies with them, chances are quite good that I'd have to decline.
But it would be nice to be asked.
I suppose I should mention that I know a married couple who occasionally do invite me over for dinner. And I've even invited myself over, so I could cook dinner for them and for a friend whom I wanted to try a new dish I'd been making. "Oh, you want to come over here and cook for us? Sure!"
I want a new life, though. This one has some good moments, but it's time for something...more. I just heard on a tape yesterday about a visioning exercise someone had the interviewee perform, going out three years. And what she had envisioned actually came about three years later and it was something she would never have guessed she wanted, nor could she have guessed how it was going to happen. I'm thinking I need to try this. Take some time and envision how I would like my life to be like in three years. Even if it seems ridiculous to hope for.
I'll post back here about what I come up with. In the meanwhile, if anybody's reading and has done something like this, do tell, please.
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Hot
It's hot. In case you hadn't heard. Lassitude is the order of the day. Also, sweat. My poor air conditioner is struggling to get the temp in here below 80. It's okay. It's a dry 80. Or 82.
I got quite a bit of work done today, though not quite as much as I had hoped. It helped that one job ended up ending before either the client or I expected. Fortunately, she took notes during the interview, too.
Tomorrow, I will have cake.
How's that for a non-sequitur?
Think cool thoughts.
I got quite a bit of work done today, though not quite as much as I had hoped. It helped that one job ended up ending before either the client or I expected. Fortunately, she took notes during the interview, too.
Tomorrow, I will have cake.
How's that for a non-sequitur?
Think cool thoughts.
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