Am I the only one who gives a distinct visual to their writer's block? Maybe I had too much fun reading the books and all, but now I have to admit, when I find myself with "writer's block" and picture it, that's what it looks like: the 2001 Monolith. I mean, it's there. My Block … Continue reading My writer’s block is a lot like the Monolith
(4/12/17 Edit: I woke up this morning and realized my title--using the word "pseudo-stalking"--shows I'm still trying to rationalize his behavior in some way. I need to call it what it was--unwanted attention and stalking--hence the change.)
I wish I could say that I'd been doing a helluva lot of good work on job searching and getting my ducks in a row. Probably the best thing I did was sign up for a couple of online courses on technical writing and communication. Otherwise, I lived in a wooooorld of pure pro-cras-ti-na-tion (cue the Gene Wilder/Willy Wonka parody).
I checked out the website with my job application on it yesterday, and it came back "no jobs match your criteria." Guess they made their choices for interviews...so I guess that "perfect-timing" job's not on the menu for me right now. Back to searching as best I can, and coming up with new ideas.
Seriously, this week sleep and I have become estranged. I know one thing that would help is no more coffee after about 1 p.m. (duh), but otherwise, the thoughts bounding around my noggin like rabbits don't help...
Much of this will be repetitive because some other topic I didn't expect came to the fore on FUX last night about Muslims illegal immigrants ...and then the format of this post will make more sense, hence the "corrections."
I'm in my favorite coffee shop, drinking coffee way too late in the day, but determined to get some serious thinking down before going home...or at least, wait until the place closes and I have no choice but to go home. With everything that goes wrong and is spread across the media, discussing it with my dad is the last thing I want to do.
I gotta thank my sister-by-choice for giving me that last little gem--it was enough to wake me up and let me deal with another few hours away from the coffee shop/second home. I was chuckling, skeptical, and weirded out while watching that video "Donald Trump is a Dinosaur." It was enough to break through the … Continue reading It’s a boring, boring Sunday, and I’m almost twitching from social withdrawal…and Dinosaurs
You know those days when things’re just going along--not good and not bad, just going along--and then you get a phone call that changes your whole attitude toward the day?
After that lovely "gal-entine" I got from my bestie last night, now I get to make her mad at me. She's a Twi-Hard, and I most certainly never will be. I'm an awful pseudo-sister, I'll admit it.