Seeing as it’s the last day of August, it seems that my August resolution has now become my September resolution. I will blog. I will blog. I will blog. Or it will become just one more thing that I can’t seem to get done. *Sigh*
I should leave now, for work, where the descendant of the first evil awaits my arrival with false kindness and fangs well-hidden.
I woke up this morning feeling incredibly pensive. It’s disconcerting. There are times when I just don’t like thinking this much. This is one of them. But I have a lot on my mind. It’s getting pretty sore right along with my aching body. We’re supposed to be paying off debt, but we can barely pay the bills. I need to figure out what I can do with my movie that I can’t really do anything with. There’s a book contest deadline in November, but I doubt I can finish the book. I would give anything to win a spot in either the contest or the fellowship that my screenplay is out there duking it out for. And I’m worried. I’m so worried that I can think of nothing funny or entertaining to say. I’m a worried, boring person with too much on my mind, and now I have to go off to spend a day with a human being (I’m using that term loosely) who I am pretty sure is a descendant of whatever malevolent forces are at work in the universe. Last night I had a dream about Willow and Tara. Go figure. And now, I need coffee.
Heh. A trick title that makes this post sound way more interesting than it actually is.
A few weeks ago, Meredith Viera interviews J.K. Rowling and reminds me why non-writers should never be permitted to interview authors. During said interview, Jo (as she likes to be called by close friends like me) was talking about coming up with the idea for Harry Potter, how it popped into her head while riding on the train between Manchester and London. Meredith Viera responds with “Had that ever happened to you before?” in an awed and disbelieving tone. Jo responds, “Well yes, actually.”
Now, it doesn’t matter what was said after this, not that it wasn’t interesting or important, but it has no bearing on the facts of this post. The point is, it is not only disturbing that Meredith Viera clearly didn’t realize that writers have ideas randomly and out-of-the-blue, but it is even more whack that she thinks they should be completely astonished by it when it happens.
… not to be confused with a revolution, which is also something I desperately need.
One entry, one, for the entire month of July, and it was short and spontaneous and took zero thought or effort. I’d forgotten, in just that short amount of time, just how much going to a crappy job that you hate can drain you. But it can and it does. So, now that I’ve had my month of adjustment to my return to the satanic torture that is working, I will do better. I will make some money on the side for paying off debt, I will return to creating things in the evenings and on the weekends, even when I’m tired, and I will blog like a good girl.
This is my pledge. I’m guessing it will last until roughly the middle of August before I fall off the wagon again. Wonder what the rehab calendar would say about all of this.
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