Friday, October 23, 2009

Hello…It’s Friday!

Sadly, it’s come to the point where I’m writing about my boring visit to McDonald’s for lunch (Big-N-Tasty, Fries, Coke), then to Brew for some Internet-ty fun and finally, to the downtown library to pick up some books on writing. (Surprise!) I have four books today and I think I’ve only read one of them before. It just dawned on me that I best be getting used to writing because “el stupido” entered the NaNoWriMo contest. Why? I dunno, to see if I could do it. Perhaps to make some friends at the get-together meetings. Most importantly, to stretch that writing muscle which has almost atrophied to nothing. There’s supposed to be a get together out at Nova which I may or may not go to, probably not as I prefer to be a loner, but we’ll see. I’m semi-psyched because I’m looking forward to writing and to see what happens. I hope I don’t wimp out. The best case scenario is that all that writing will produce something that might be suitable for expanding into something publishable. Have I mentioned that Augusten Burroughs is my god?

Yesterday, I went to the Boca library while John was at school and then I think I threw a fit and wanted to go home immediately. Or something like that. My memory is not only bad, it’s selective.

But, it’s Friday, which means some kind of movie on the telly, some takeout and what I would call quality time with the hubby. I know he enjoys it as well, because the week is a bear with all his studying and teaching.

I guess that’s it for now.

I’ve been using Windows Live Writer, which apparently is just for blogging, and I have to say, I’m impressed. It’s small, unobtrusive, and most importantly, it works.

Friday, October 9, 2009

Just Another Day in SoFla/WilMa

It's Friday and I'm waiting for you-know-who to come home so we can get something to eat and then get a movie. Friday's have always been a great love of mine and since I don't drink anymore, I've had to think of something else to do. But oh, the glorious times in cool, smoky bars, seeing the sun go down outside the window and before I got drunk, the wonderful "glow" that made everything all right. Everyone was my friend, I was gorgeous, popular and all was right with the world. To be honest, I miss those times a lot and will probably always will. To be even more honest, if it wasn't for you-know-who, I'd be drunk by now and every Friday, and eventually turn into my mother, who drinks every day after 5:00 and stops by dinner-time. It only seems like a lot, but you'll never see her drunk or sloppy. Unlike me, who from time to time, got a little too happy.
My god, am I still writing in this thing? Ok..what did I do today? Let's see. I started the day at Courtyard Cafe for some lunch/late breakfast and then off to the library. I was going to stay there for the afternoon, surfing the web, but it was just too creepy in there with the undead, so I went over to JavaBoys where there  is usually some life. The usual mix was there, especially that pretty boy who I've seen there forever. I think he's like buddy-buddy with the owners and I think he's a realtor or something. I've never really seen him with anybody, but I'd guess he likes the older men because he's never given me two looks. I flirted chatted with the barista there today. Very cute bearded guy, very skinny, and always friendly. I don't think he's a rocket scientist but he's always nice to me and smiles a lot. I'm still not really writing, unless you count this thing. Some day, some day. I will be sitting in my sunny, bright office somewhere beautiful, writing in the morning and early afternoon. The rest of the day will be mine with either swimming, shopping/library or with John if he's home. Ahhh...such a nice thought.

Monday, October 5, 2009

New Friends?

I've just spent the last hour putzing around Facebook/Twitter, hitting up writers for some chat. I know, I know, run when you see me. But actually, I'm not that bad and besides, I would make a nice dinner companion.
So, why am I bugging writers and not doing it myself? Oh, I dunno, perhaps it's because the only writing I can do these days is this extremely small amount of blogging that I do because I can't concentrate very well on anything for very long. Unfortunately, that's the way it is. There was some talk at the beginning that it might go away with time, but while I'm able to do most things without any problem, I'm not entirely convinced that this would translate well enough for a real job. I've pretty much accepted that it's not going to get any better and I should focus on making the best of what I do have. I don't think I could be hired anywhere so it's going to have to be something I do on my own. The idea of actually writing an entire book is so daunting I don't even like to think about it. I think the best thing is to just enjoy my life, my coffee shops, my nephew and niece and of course, my husband. Once in a while, I get a little emotional about the ramifications of this, but I have learned since to mentally say, Fuhgettaboutit. Because I probably will in a few minutes anyway...
I am still happy about the few short stories I did in the past that I published online. Some people read them and liked them, so that was good. I'd really like to do it some more and perhaps expand my audience. (To publish, exactly!) So, in the meantime, I've got a slew of writing sites bookmarked and as far as I'm concerned, I'm doing research right now. Yeah, that's it. Research.