It will come as no surprise to people who know me, but I have a lot of quirks that I’ve developed in adulthood. My least favorite is a constant sense of time. Let me explain … if I’m sitting down with my morning coffee and scrolling through social media, I’ll notice the time. If it’s 8:06, I’ll tell myself that I can scroll until 8:10 and then I need to go about my day. Same thing with writing – I like to start when the clock is showing 0s or 5s, maybe the better for my reptile brain to be able to say “oh, I worked for 30 minutes” or “yeah, I clocked in 55 minutes of activity.” (Because it wouldn’t be as tidy in my mind if I started working at 4:28 … 32 minutes of progress? Shudder.) But because I am me, I just roll with it, because … well. We’re in the midst of a pandemic. There’s only so much self improvement work that I can do when I’m holding a full-time job, doing a full distance learning schedule with my kids, trying to be a good wife and cat mom. (Let’s not talk about the endless dishes because they are … endless.)
I mention my weird penchant for time, because in a perfect world, I was going to kick my blog off again on October 1st. You know … new month, new blog post. (Symmetry!) But October 1st came and went and I hadn’t wrote that first of month, “hey, I’m back!” post. Hmm … did I want to wait until November 1st? That, at least, is a Sunday. First of the month, beginning of the week. (Moar symmetry!) But no, I remembered a Post-It I kept on the edge of my computer monitor when I was a rookie reporter at my first job. The lyrics of a Red Hot Chili Peppers song where the lead singer says “Never been a better time, than right now!” That was a weird little mantra I’d chant to myself when I had to make those awkward phone calls that were constant as a cops and courts reporter. (Let me tell you how fun it is to call the county sheriff at home right after supper. Same goes for grieving parents or “important” folks who are going to get their names splashed on the front page for being baaaaaad.) The mantra worked and as I was procrastinating … erm, plotting … my latest blog post, I realized that there’s never a perfect time to restart something that you abandoned, so … I’m back. Kinda. I love to blog, but I love my sanity even more, so if life gets busy (which it’s gonna!), this baby falls to the back burner.
But hey, let’s get this train back on tracks and you know … do this blog thing.
Listening: I love sad 80s country songs. Sue me.
Reading: I crushed my Goodreads challenge during the first quarter of this year. Everything else has been garnish. 😉 But just recently I finished a pair of damn fine books. Raymond Chandler’s “The Long Goodbye” and Megan Campisi’s “The Sin Eater.” As a mystery writer, I should be embarrassed that it’s taken me so long to read Chandler, but man – that was just something I think I appreciate more that I’m older.
Writing Life: Well, I started querying in September and that’s been a slow process. Slow because I need to finish writing my synopsis for my book. But … it begins!
Call someone you love. Be kind to everyone you meet. Vote/make a plan to vote. Wash your darn hands and wear a mask if you’re able. – Shelley
What is Friday Fare? As a recap, on Fridays I post link love to the various bits of arcane shiz I discover on the Interwebs. I liken it to a glimpse into my mind, but without the 80s song lyrics or mental cobwebs.