Thursday, February 4, 2010

Back from the grave.

Well not really the plauge, but i've been deathly ill for two weeks and today marks the first day of actually feeling partially human. I was without the sense of smell and taste for those fourteen days and I have to say it was very uncomfrotable. I would serach the house for food with texture so that I felt as though I was eating.

However, I am happy to say that I can smell and taste today and a result of that is a half a pack of my beloved cigarettes and six to eight cups of heavliy creamed coffee. I am at work and ALMOST focused on what I should be doing, complete with a to-do list that I complied this morning, which I've mostly just stared at. I've started writing my book again and have been bombarded with new ideas and plot twist thanks to the caffiene boost! I am excited to get to writing again.

A few months back when everyone I knew was on board with me (about me writing a book) everyone wanted to read the rough draft and be involved and now its like it never happened. No one has asked about it at all. Not that I care, because I would rather be left alone when it comes to my imagination land, but its just funny to me.

I doubt anyone reads any of these blogs I post, but thats alright too. It reminds me of having a journal, like I did in Jr.High. Nothing special just words about unimportant things. BUT, if I leave work today and die in a horrible accident that involves a cement truck and a pigeon, someone will come on here and see that I wasn't just a robot strapped to a routine life, that I actually had something else going on in my head beside what to make for dinner and when the cable should be paid.

Life is a funny thing.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

What if?

I have been working on a fiction/fantasy novel(first one for me) for about 6 months now and I still find myself back tracking. It is a hard habit to break, backtracking. I immediately regret everytime I do. If there was some magic potion I could drink that would keep me moving forward instead of back I would glady sell all my food stamps for it.
The best thing about writing, you build it, you imagine it, the characters are your close friends.

The worst thing, there is no one around to tell you to knock off your insane ramblings and focus on the bigger picture.

Where is a cloning machine when you need one? I could use another me around to slap me in the head when I stall and procrastinate!! Bucket List Item #1- Build Cloning Machine.