Every time I come back here I feel like I really should get over here and post more often. It relaxes me and helps me focus, sometimes anyway. And I enjoy the other blogs I follow as well.
I was thinking about my day today...it was a pretty busy work day and I stayed late to finish everything up.
On a daily basis I wonder about people, their motives, their changing moods, the way they deal with the many things that come up in a day at the place I work. Maybe because we only talk via Instant messages, (we all work remotely from different parts of the country) On rare occasions we call each other or text. But, just from online conversations and emails mostly, how do you really know what someone thinks? You don't get the tone of their voice, their body language or their facial expressions this way. It can be tough to figure out sometimes.
There are days where I feel like I have to try too hard. At everything. Seems like no matter what I do, there is one gal who wants to blame me for everything, even things I had nothing to do with, or that I had no control over. And yet, I wonder if it is because I try too hard that this gal doesn't like me? Or at least she seems like she doesn't like me. Regardless of what is really the case. I have renewed my resolve to just do the best I can and mind my own business wherever possible at work. The less I get involved in what someone else has done, or not done, I think the better off I will be. Kinda like the do my job and keep my mouth shut kinda thing really. And hope that works. Who knows.
Just one of the daily things that happens that I need to figure out how to navigate safely through.
I am so into wanting to just sit down and write again lately. My problem is that every time I start a story, and come back to it later to do more, I don't feel like writing about that thing anymore. At least, that is the way it happens a lot. There are times when I can go back to what I was writing but I guess usually it's just that the novelty of the idea has worn off when I leave it for a while and then come back to it. And yet, Id still rather be writing than working, or most anything else really.
There are a lot of of things about me that I don't tell people. Not many know how much I like to write, because I don't do it very often, and when I do, I rarely share it with anyone. Maybe that's why I like the blog thing here. I'm me and I can do or say what I want, and no one knows who I am. Dare I say it, but I don't even have any followers here, and I kinda like that because it frees me to write whatever I want. Couple days ago I saw online someplace that there is a writing contest...I'd love to enter it. Eerie Sci Fi or supernatural type stories is what they are looking for. My favorite genre. As much as I want to write something to enter, I find myself realizing I don't time to work on a piece right now, or really a solid full story idea for one. Inklings of ideas, in the thought stage yep, plenty of ideas there. But, nothing concrete that I can just start to work on. It's nice to dream, I guess.
I've told myself dozens of times over the years that I would love to stop my day job and just be a successful writer instead. I guess a lot of people have that same dream. It sounds so ideal to me. But I don't have a set discipline for it.
My blogs aren't funny stuff but that contradicts my personality really, I pick fun at a lot of things in life and can make people laugh when I want to.
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