It’s not that I’m forgetting to write, and it’s not that I have nothing to write about. It’s that anytime I’m not at work or in a class, then I’m walking the pup or filming an audition or editing my novel or going over finances. And if I’m not doing that, then I’m exhausted, and all I want at the end of the day is to lie on the couch with my dog and watch something that doesn’t require my brain to work.Continue reading “Chihuahuas”
I’m a precarious writer and these are precarious times.
September’s just around the corner and although I barely notice the seasons passing anymore, this turn of season does come with some decisions that I need to make.Continue reading “I forgot to post this last week”
What a day I’ve had.
I know it’s been a while, and I’d like to say it’s because I’ve been busy—which is true, I have been busy—but I know that’s no excuse because I started this blog as a university student and wrote posts daily through uni classes, running clubs, a part time job, writing my perpetual WIP, travel, and my social life. More likely, the idea of writing on this blog has soured due to my acute awareness of people I know who may read this; Friends, family, even employers. If I make a grammatical error (which I often do because nearly all my posts on this blog are first-draft thought dumps), what’s someone going to think when they’re considering hiring me as a freelance copyeditor? If I express frustration at family drama, what are my family going to think when they read a post which only shows my perspective? What if I inadvertently offend someone while writing about my day? What if people read these tiny glimpses of a fraction of my thoughts and make assumptions about me?
Despite all that, I want to write today for the same reason I always want to write: to organize my thoughts. I’ve mentioned before how much it helps to puts my thoughts down in words, but I never really questioned why my thoughts were such a mess to begin with, and it never really occurred to me that other people didn’t have messy thoughts like I did. Until recently, that is.Continue reading “ADHD: A little about too much.”
I think nearly everyone’s done an in-home haircut of some kind by this point. I trimmed my bangs over the summer, and my sister Amy cut my brother’s hair. I made videos of both. Enjoy. Also, I’ve reached 400 followers after six years of blogging, so thank you for that. If you aren’t following, I have buttons to the right that allow you to follow via email or WordPress account, or you can follow my Facebook Page, also to the right.Continue reading “Quarantine Haircuts”
I’m sorry I haven’t written in a minute, but as you can probably guess from the title, I’ve been occupied. In January, I was lucky enough to start a new job. My first permanent full-time job, and in the middle of a recession no less (although, it seems there’s a recession every year, so perhaps that isn’t as notable a fact as it looks). I’m not going to talk about the job in too much detail here, but I really like it and I feel very lucky and privileged to have it.Continue reading “The New Job”
Tonight I sit in my new (to me) reading chair, alone on Christmas Eve. My last post was a month ago, and what a month it’s been!Continue reading “Alone on Christmas Eve (and loving it)”
In my last post, I mentioned that there were two people in the world whose loss I didn’t think I could handle. Now one of them has COVID.Continue reading “Streaming Instead of Screaming”
It is approximately the eleventh anniversary of the day I began writing my big bad book. It currently stands at 103,741 words. I might have finished it by now, but I haven’t written anything since Foxy died.Continue reading “Thoughts on Death”
This video gave me grief in editing, and as a result I was set back months for my vlogging schedule. Hopefully I figured it out and we won’t have that problem anymore.Continue reading “Marvin’s 2020 Birthday”
When we first got Foxy, we didn’t have furniture yet. My dad was in the process of moving out and my mom didn’t want a dog at her house, so I slept in my dad’s empty house with her.Continue reading “Foxy: Obit”