I'd had so much to say, and had planned to write about it here. And then I helped move a bookstore.
Wow, I hadn't done so much physical labor in a long time. Now the physical part is done, but there's arranging and tweaking to be done. And there are customers! We relocated to an area of town with much more foot traffic, and we can already tell it's going to pay off. I used to be able to read all my news feeds and other internet stuff throughout the workday, but there hasn't been time for that in the new place.
And that is good. Great, even. But I've had two days off in the last twelve, and I usually work three days a week. It's been different, for sure. Things will be much more normal next week, as we should have most everything in its right place, so I'm not complaining. My paycheck will be nice and hefty, too. I may end up working more hours on a regular basis, which is fine. I live three blocks from the store. I'm cool with that.
In my last blog post, I mentioned spending much less time on FB, and more on G+. This remains the same. But I've been on G+ less too, and I have revived my Twitter account.
Aaaaand, the biggest news is that I signed up for NaNoWriMo. I've succeeded at NaBloPoMo (a sort-of parody of National Novel Writing Month), but can I succeed at writing a 50,000 word novel during the month of November? I've no doubt I can write that many words, but can I write a freakin' novel? It's only in the last few months that I've imagined that I can write fiction.
I still have no idea what the basis of my novel will be. No. Idea. Part of me is waiting for the sky to open up and pour the idea down onto me like rain into my brain. Part of me knows I'll never have an original idea. Part of me is scared shitless, because I have just made a commitment.
And this blog entry is not very coherent, I realize. I'm out of practice.
So there you go. I've shifted my priorities around. For now, I like it.
