I'm sitting in bed, using my laptop, with the fan noise to keep my company, and a snoring A downstairs.
Yesterday, I was working on my 65th page of my manuscript, when I accidentally hit some buttons, and poof! I was staring at a blank document. I tried Edit-Undo, nothing. Searched around some more, nothing. Then I had the brilliant idea that hey, maybe it's floating out there somewhere, and if I save it, then at least it's saved somewhere out in cyber space. No, I just saved a blank document over the file, rendering it a blank document. Bye Bye 65 pages. No, I didn't have it saved in multiple locations, like smart people do.
Earlier today, while at work, I was quite bummed about it. But then, reflecting on it, maybe it was supposed to happen. After all, it featured a past lifestyle- perhaps it wasn't supposed to be glorified in a novel. To be honest, it was a bit of a relief. I had the plot all planned out and was just really plodding through it (no pun intended) trying to reach the end.
So, when I got home today, I took a long hot shower, and thought about the several novel ideas I have, and I also thought about my "completed" manuscript that I had fixed up into a somewhat presentable bundle and sent off to a publisher in Florida. This was 2009, before I left my ex-husband.
I had never been satisfied with the manuscript, and I will admit that I sent it off well before it was really ready to get into an editor's hands- early writer mistakes on impatience. Impatient for an agented, published work and the royalty checks. I'm still impatient, but I'm much more schooled on the writing process, especially how long it takes to get to The End and the Land of Royalty Checks.
I found my old zip drive, which has my manuscript on it. I'm slowly converting it and waking up the cast of characters that I was so enamored with once upon a time.
Hey, it's still a bad ass manuscript.
K
February 14, 2014
February 05, 2014
Pilgrimage of Hermitage
I am attempting to get some writing done this morning. I've decided to do a blog entry in attempt to get rid of some of the ADD I'm feeling. I am sitting on my couch, with the laptop sitting on a pillow, on my lap, and the blanket over my head. I'm listening to pop latino music currently, but I might switch back to classical.
This manuscript is getting tedious. I have it all planned out, I know how it ends, its just a matter of finishing the scenes. Ah, that key component! But what else am I going to do with my day off, when there's accumulating inches of precipitation outside? The roads are shit, and there's a good chance I won't leave my house today. Except to shovel- I need to get some exercise in. If the weather wasn't shit, I would probably pack up the laptop and take it to the library to write.
As I sit here, I realize how much more of a homebody I've become. I don't even make an effort to hang out with people anymore. A lot of the reason is that the majority of my social circle is people from the club, and while I'm not trying to shit on them, I also am no longer interested in hanging out with them. I made the choice to leave that circle, and move on with my life. Some of the reason is that I'm no longer in an anxiety-ridden relationship, where I needed other people to help me feel validated. A and I don't like the majority of people, and we're content with each other's company.
With the writing, I remind myself that this is what I've wanted for so long- to have a normal job, and on my days off, spend it all day writing on my laptop. The last time I was close to this was when I was still married, and could spend all day writing and then all night dancing. But back then the relationship was shit, and I wasn't as wholesomely happy as I am now.
Reading this entry over, I used the word 'shit' quite a bit. My apologies, but the shit fit ;)
K
This manuscript is getting tedious. I have it all planned out, I know how it ends, its just a matter of finishing the scenes. Ah, that key component! But what else am I going to do with my day off, when there's accumulating inches of precipitation outside? The roads are shit, and there's a good chance I won't leave my house today. Except to shovel- I need to get some exercise in. If the weather wasn't shit, I would probably pack up the laptop and take it to the library to write.
As I sit here, I realize how much more of a homebody I've become. I don't even make an effort to hang out with people anymore. A lot of the reason is that the majority of my social circle is people from the club, and while I'm not trying to shit on them, I also am no longer interested in hanging out with them. I made the choice to leave that circle, and move on with my life. Some of the reason is that I'm no longer in an anxiety-ridden relationship, where I needed other people to help me feel validated. A and I don't like the majority of people, and we're content with each other's company.
With the writing, I remind myself that this is what I've wanted for so long- to have a normal job, and on my days off, spend it all day writing on my laptop. The last time I was close to this was when I was still married, and could spend all day writing and then all night dancing. But back then the relationship was shit, and I wasn't as wholesomely happy as I am now.
Reading this entry over, I used the word 'shit' quite a bit. My apologies, but the shit fit ;)
K
February 01, 2014
Action-Packed Weekend
I wore my S.U. hoodie to work yesterday, and helped four customers find S.U. gear and complete orange and blue outfits. It's going to be an exciting game, folks. But I have a confession: this is only my second season of being an S.U. fan. I admit, I was never into it before I started dating A. But now I know the players, and watch 95% of the games and I finally get it: ORANGE PRIDE. A took me to my first basketball game two months ago; I had only ever been to the Dome (that I remember) once before, to a football game with the ex-wife the year before. As it happened, my sister and bro-in-law were also there so they came up and sat with us.
Then Sunday brings the Superbowl, and can I just say that I am delighted that neither the Colts nor the Patriots are in it? Sorry if one of those is your team, I'm tired of seeing them there. I want to see like a Bears and Vikings match-up. I know, funny.
Haven't had my interview yet, waiting and spinning it through my head in the meantime. Been on the register more, which I don't mind. I know cashiering is a minimum wage job, and it's so many people's first jobs before they move onto greener pastures, but I enjoy it. I like the little snippets of conversation you make with each customer, the little laughs that are generated. It's definitely more enjoyable at this place than the last, a higher caliber of customer helps. Sorry, but it's true. However, it's also due to a newer computer system and better cashiering process.
I'm kind of a stickler when it comes to cashiering. I am very turned off when I go through a cashier's line, and he/she continues their conversation with the other cashier, and is barely paying attention to what he/she is doing. I give each customer individual attention, because that's what I would like when I'm the customer.
I'm having a writing marathon morning while A is at work, then I guess we're going to go shopping at Wegmans. WEGMANS, ON S.U./SUPERBOWL WEEKEND. He is out of his mind. By the way, I love how Wegmans advertises for sushi this weekend. Maybe I'm old fashioned and sexist and on the verge of making a LGBT faux pas, but what fucking dude is going to eat sushi while he watches the Superbowl? Is this something women do? Am I just out of a loop on this? I mean, I wouldn't mind sushi, but it just doesn't seem like an effective ad campaign.
Have a fabulous and chicken-wing eating weekend, America. And remember to wash your hands before you handle your junk- you don't want that killer hot sauce down there ;)
K
Then Sunday brings the Superbowl, and can I just say that I am delighted that neither the Colts nor the Patriots are in it? Sorry if one of those is your team, I'm tired of seeing them there. I want to see like a Bears and Vikings match-up. I know, funny.
Haven't had my interview yet, waiting and spinning it through my head in the meantime. Been on the register more, which I don't mind. I know cashiering is a minimum wage job, and it's so many people's first jobs before they move onto greener pastures, but I enjoy it. I like the little snippets of conversation you make with each customer, the little laughs that are generated. It's definitely more enjoyable at this place than the last, a higher caliber of customer helps. Sorry, but it's true. However, it's also due to a newer computer system and better cashiering process.
I'm kind of a stickler when it comes to cashiering. I am very turned off when I go through a cashier's line, and he/she continues their conversation with the other cashier, and is barely paying attention to what he/she is doing. I give each customer individual attention, because that's what I would like when I'm the customer.
I'm having a writing marathon morning while A is at work, then I guess we're going to go shopping at Wegmans. WEGMANS, ON S.U./SUPERBOWL WEEKEND. He is out of his mind. By the way, I love how Wegmans advertises for sushi this weekend. Maybe I'm old fashioned and sexist and on the verge of making a LGBT faux pas, but what fucking dude is going to eat sushi while he watches the Superbowl? Is this something women do? Am I just out of a loop on this? I mean, I wouldn't mind sushi, but it just doesn't seem like an effective ad campaign.
Have a fabulous and chicken-wing eating weekend, America. And remember to wash your hands before you handle your junk- you don't want that killer hot sauce down there ;)
K
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