Oooooh lookatthis! An actual blog entry.
I have to say, this mainstreaming in big business thing is not exactly a good fit for me. It's a bit like a really sexy pair of shoes that just doesn't really fit no matter how much you want them too. They just keep giving you blisters and you wonder why on earth you bought them in the first place when you were so much happier with your old, scuffy sneakers.
Bah, I think that metaphor really just got away from me.
So I'm writing again. I'm slowly wading into the world of lengthy original fiction and the planning for my story is kicking my ass. Honestly, the planning is so much work I'm not sure when I'll get to the fun part. Also, it turns out that my ideas tend to run towards the dark (like wicked dark), supernatural and downright scary (I had to put it on the back burner for a while because it was giving me nightmares).
I am, however, pleased with the one story that seems to be fighting me tooth and nail to get out of my brain and on the page. Who knew a piece of literature that terrified me as a child would spur such a flight of the imagination? I certainly did not.
I've decided I want to expand the tattoo on my back. It just looks unfinished somehow, but I'm not really sure where I want to go with it. Also, I can't decide if I want more tattoos or a new laptop (my Mac is from '05 and I'm kind of suck on Word for the Mac now that I've spent two years training in Office on PC), or if I just want to spend it on my honeymoon.
Holy merciful crap, my wedding is in ONE MONTH AND 18 DAYS. It has me reaching for a paper bag every time I think of it. There's so much crap to be done and NO time to do it.
I need another year to plan this...or to decide to run away and get hitched by Elvis. I wish I'd asked my family to fly down to Vegas with us instead. Then I could have the Priscilla-haired dream wedding I've always wanted.
Hindsight...20/20
I have to say, this mainstreaming in big business thing is not exactly a good fit for me. It's a bit like a really sexy pair of shoes that just doesn't really fit no matter how much you want them too. They just keep giving you blisters and you wonder why on earth you bought them in the first place when you were so much happier with your old, scuffy sneakers.
Bah, I think that metaphor really just got away from me.
So I'm writing again. I'm slowly wading into the world of lengthy original fiction and the planning for my story is kicking my ass. Honestly, the planning is so much work I'm not sure when I'll get to the fun part. Also, it turns out that my ideas tend to run towards the dark (like wicked dark), supernatural and downright scary (I had to put it on the back burner for a while because it was giving me nightmares).
I am, however, pleased with the one story that seems to be fighting me tooth and nail to get out of my brain and on the page. Who knew a piece of literature that terrified me as a child would spur such a flight of the imagination? I certainly did not.
I've decided I want to expand the tattoo on my back. It just looks unfinished somehow, but I'm not really sure where I want to go with it. Also, I can't decide if I want more tattoos or a new laptop (my Mac is from '05 and I'm kind of suck on Word for the Mac now that I've spent two years training in Office on PC), or if I just want to spend it on my honeymoon.
Holy merciful crap, my wedding is in ONE MONTH AND 18 DAYS. It has me reaching for a paper bag every time I think of it. There's so much crap to be done and NO time to do it.
I need another year to plan this...or to decide to run away and get hitched by Elvis. I wish I'd asked my family to fly down to Vegas with us instead. Then I could have the Priscilla-haired dream wedding I've always wanted.
Hindsight...20/20