I quit school. If you’re wondering what that last post was about, it’s that.
I like to complete things. Whether the first draft of a book or my entire university degree, I enjoy the sense of accomplishment that comes with finishing something I worked hard on.
Today on the way home from work, I was reading Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice when I caught a glimpse of an extraordinary piece of artwork.
Today I had to break out the coat which in Winchester was my winter coat but here in Calgary is just an early autumn coat.
Okay, so I know this is a lazy post, but at least it’s a post. Right?
Oops. Ten days since my last post. My apologies. I kept meaning to post, but I’ve been busy. Many things have changed.
Yesterday morning I went to an orientation at the Calgary Society of Independent Filmmakers and saw what they had to offer. I think I might join, but I’ll have to wait until I have more money.
The Calgary Stampede kicked off this morning with the annual parade, and while I didn’t officially go, I did have to cross the crowds, and closed-off, horse-poop-laden streets to get to work this morning.
Sometimes it’s good to get everything out. I looked at my rant and used it as a to-do list, improving everything I could in a day. Yesterday I ordered a chair online, cleaned my room, took my dog for a walk, fixed the slowness on my laptop, and signed up for stuff that’ll get me out of the house and will hopefully motivate me to write more. Maybe I’ll even make friends, who knows?
My computer is getting slower by the day and it is driving my crazy. Also driving me crazy? My room. I don’t have a chair for my desk so I have to bend over to use my laptop which is uncomfortable and probably bad for me. I have stuff all over the floor in an attempt to organise. My closet is still waiting for some coverage. My wall is still blank. It is not the inspiring space I wanted to spend my summer writing in. It is not a retreat in any way except that it has a door which separates me from the less-than stellar living conditions outside of it…