Hello, My Name is Anne, and it has been 8 months since my last blog post….
It is a little bit of an addiction, and I seem to have lost my way. Many things have changed in the last 8 months and one of them is not me. I have always been the same, I don’t change, but everything around me seems to at an alarming rate. Perhaps I am the one who needs to adjust. This is problematic because I am somewhat stuck in my ways. This small town life is clearly not for me. Everyone knows everyone, and not a single secret is safe. I miss being able to hide in a crowd of strangers. Call me rude, but I don’t want to talk to people all the time and put on a happy face just so people don’t pry into my business. I have not gone out to do anything in this town in months, which is the way it will stay. The class of people in this area is about 20-30% well educated, very nice, people. the other 70-80% are nothing but trash that insist on causing drama. No, I do not think I am better than anyone else, but I have risen above so much crap, that I am unbelievably beyond it. I left my past where it was for a reason.
This post is rather dark, but so is my mood today, so it will have to do…
I took the plunge to quit my day job… Well, night job technically, but no matter. I am not going to state what my job currently is, but rather, it is a job that has repeatedly been not for me. Hopefully by the end of October I will be free. That means an entire whole 36-48 hours dedicated strictly to pursuing my dream each week. I am extremely organized and have a plan laid out to stick to my “Work”. More about that later…..
This page has been as bare as the frozen tundra as of late. I know I promised myself more “me” time, to write, and to rediscover my own thoughts. That has not been going so well… Clearly. The loss of me time was completely inadvertent. The dog, quite literally, ATE my glasses. In the midst of a long night, Dolly (the culprit), went into my purse and took my glasses out and chewed/ate/slobbered them. Miss Chew-Happy also happened to destroy my sunglasses in the same sitting. Everything else from the purse remained untouched.
With a cheap pair of readers in-tow I have been bludgeoning my way through The First Law Trilogy by Joe Abercrombie. I am about halfway through the final book, “Last Argument of Kings.” So far the series has been good. There have been several slower spots in which I have had to set one of the books down and come back to it, which may just be me. Some of the battle descriptions get lengthy in spots and I find myself skimming to find out what happened. There are points in life, however, where you can never have enough detail.
Bed time stories are actually a thing at my house. Bath, teeth, story, bed. We have a routine. Last week I decided to start reading my three year old a chapter book instead of the usual picture books about princesses. We began to read “The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe.” The thought never occurred to me that I would have to stop and explain what words or sayings from another time meant. Her first question: “What is a wardrobe?” *FACEPALM* The thought crossed my mind whether I actually wanted to continue this or not. She has absorbed everything we have read with further explanation. We did finally make it through the first chapter and I asked her what happened. The explanation in the terms of a three year old:
“They moved to a big house with lots of bedrooms. The girl went into a closet and ended up in a forest with lots of snow, and then she got in big big trouble.”
Well, she knows not to go dig through OUR closets 🙂 Ha-Ha.
Happy Independence Day
This is my favorite holiday. Why? Today represents our Nation and EVERY PERSON LIVING IN AMERICA. It does not matter if your are Black, White, Muslim, Transgender, or you like to wear a Redneck Tuxedo with a picture of a tiger on the back, while riding a unicycle through Manhattan (I have seen this for real, different local), you are included in the celebration of our Nation. Of course, getting to light off fireworks, eat a bunch of really good food, and drink a couple of cocktails may help as well.
Happy 4th of July!
There are never enough hours in the day. I’m only 26 years old and find myself thinking this quite frequently. Broken promises, an unkempt house, a to-do list 9 miles long, the dog needs walking, there is a pile of laundry and a sink full of dishes, there is never enough time. I began this blog as a place to start my creative journey. While on this path to self discovery, I have realized that I do not have enough time for “me”. I am going to start making “me” time. It started here, right now, after 12 days, and constantly thinking about writing and how I want to continue. I am still uncertain of which path to take, but there is no time like the present.
I’ve read quite a few other blogs about what is on the agenda for summer reading. Most seem to include a couple of best sellers and maybe a classic. For the record, I am not keeping a “to read” list. It will more than likely not be completed, and I have no need to set myself up for failure. I’m in the middle of reading “The Blade Itself” by Joe Abercrombie. This book is the first of a series, and if you read my previous post, I will be indulging in The World of The First Law for quite some time. Once I’ve finished those, I shall see which way the wind blows.
I have a problem.
I read a series until complete, and not remember half of it. I am a binge reader. I will read the series in its entirety, skipping meals, laying in bed, foregoing a night out on the town, etc until it is complete. The problem? All of the books run together, many details are forgotten. I immerse myself into the book, the world, the characters. I remember the people and the places. Small descriptions and details, though necessary for good literature, are completely lost on me. Hence: The Binge and Purge Method.