Winter Mishaps

So funny story....
 I had just parked my car at work yesterday and had only taken one step after shutting my door, and Whoop! My feet slipped out from under me and I landed flat on my back, in the snow between two cars. I lay there for a second, as it was so unexpected, and briefly wondered what happened.
 Halfway through the night, I woke with the worst shoulder and neck pain and thought, Did I really sleep that poorly? I couldn't even sit-up (still cant!) I've never gotten whiplash from falling, it's a new experience. How's your winter going?
   I have an upcoming interview, for a higher position in the store. It will be full-time w/ benefits and a bit more of a regular schedule. I am going to pursue it, but I sort of have some doubt setting in. I crave a normal, 9-5, weekends off type of job. I can't stand the back and forth scheduling, but I remind myself it's always better once I get there. So, if I get the promotion great, and if I don't, not the end of the world.
  That's where writing motivation comes from. I need to keep working on it, and maybe someday if I'm lucky, I can be a full-time writer.
 In the meantime, I have dishes to wash.
 K
 @KellyRwrites
  

Whew!

I am finally, finally at the "end" of my work week. I have the next two days off, and well, that's just awesome. I had closing shifts all this week, so I haven't been getting home until after 10 p.m., and then I don't get wound down enough to sleep (a.k.a. drunk) until almost midnight. So the next day, I take a nap before work, wake up with a stomachache that lasts all night....ack. I can feel my old stripper sleep schedule stirring.....gathering strength.....NO! YOU'RE DEAD! IM A MORNING PERSON NOW! I KILLED YOU!
Heh heh.
 When I go back to work on Saturday, I have an interview for a new, full-time position within the company. I'm up against four other coworkers, we shall see. The path shall open up as I move forward.....maybe it will split.....who knows?
 Speaking of the former lifestyle, it's almost comical how everyone from that sphere asks if I'm coming back. Which, is only because most dancers that leave to go give a go at the real world, end up coming back after a few months. Like, 90%. "Quitting dancing, and finding a real job" has a dismal success rate, unfortunately.
 I put my time in, and I was one of the lucky ones <3
K

Am I doing the training, or am I being trained?

I've always wanted to be more of  a regular, strictly self-disciplined person. Well, 'regular', other than bowel movements, has never been me. Apparently, I possess too much of a creative dreamy brain, and along with a bit of ADD, I get bored quickly. I'm half in awe, half in pbbbttt! of those super-internally powered individuals who get in a workout every day, or get 1000 words written every day, no matter what. Those types get so much more done than I do because they don't have to waste time figuring out "what works for them today".
 Today I'm writing to blues music. The day before it was classical. Today I feel very motivated and that the juices are flowing a bit better, yesterday it was quite a struggle.
 Maybe I just have to figure it out every day. I just need to accept the fact that I'm never going to be a regular writer, and I need to get better at figuring out my writing specs for the day, faster.
 Maybe I have a male Muse. Maybe if I turn "it" into more of a boss figure, that would help keep my butt in the chair?
Maybe I think too much.
 K

Saturday ADD

I need to get some serious work done on my WIPs today, but I feel like I'm incapable of concentrating. I have yet to find my writing perfect storm, but I'm getting the sneaking suspicion that my muse likes to hide out in several different storylines.
 I recently picked up a fantasy work I had started fleshing out several months ago; it involves the legendary Baba Yaga, and her Russian folklore counterparts. I'm surprised at how many people don't know who she is, and I think I do only because she was in one of my childhood storybooks.
 I decided that it's better if I have something "lighthearted" (um, cuz someone who eats children makes for lighthearted fiction...?) to counterbalance all the depressing and dysfunctional shit that's happening in my other WIP. I also reminded myself that there was a lot of fun, crazy shit that happened in my dancing days, and that the less than desirable qualities weren't always so up front.
 Speaking of the land of naked women, a former coworker was texting me yesterday, inquiring as to how I was doing. Then she proceeds to fill me in on how she walked out on a Saturday night bartending shift b/c there was too much drug activity going on and she couldn't take it anymore. Girl, you've been dancing for over twenty years (yes, 20), yes there are many drugs that go through the place, any and all of the clubs. It's part of that subculture, and it's always going to be around. That shit irritates me- why bitch about something that you've chosen to continue to be around? You know that it's never going to change, just like the mismanagement is never going to stop. Stop trying to be a clean-up crusader.
 Ok, I think I've emptied my buzzy brain enough to maybe move to the writing. Thanks for listening!
 K