Let’s see if I can sum up yesterday: It was hot and it sucked. Yeah, I think that covers everything.
I don’t know what my problem is lately other than I’m in one of those places where I feel like I need to make some life-changing decisions. I’m fed up, sick, tired and just plain-old ready for something different. I haven’t quite figured out what that is yet. And it’s frustrating.
And I’m sick of being broke. SICK, I tell you. I’ve had it with the scrimping, the coupon clipping, the watching every penny, the being frugal. Had. It. I’m ticked the refills for my razors cost $10 for THREE. THREE! I want to be frivolous. I want to go out and buy that $500 netbook. That Kindle. That new super-cool slider cell phone. Those fancy shoes.
But I can’t. And I don’t. The sensible side of me prevails. Instead I know I need to be pricing a shed for the backyard. New window screens. New bath and tub installs for both bathrooms. A new couch because I’m seconds away from shoving mine out to the curb. Yeah. Real exciting stuff, isn’t it? Being a grown-up sucks.
Okay, I’m just complaining. You’ll have to forgive me. I’m in one of those spots where it’s littered with rocks and hard places. I’ll cheer up now. I promise.
I did finish judging one contest only to end up getting entries for two more. I can’t say no. I’m a glutton. I think one of my resolutions for 2010 will be to not volunteer so much. My personal life and my writing is starting to suffer. It’s time to pare everything down and start worrying more about ME and not everyone else.
And speaking of writing, I’ve been thinking on the new WIP. I sort of have an idea for a plot but part of me really wants to sit down and try and write out a little bit of a synopsis. The other part of me – the Pantser – is demanding that I just start writing. But here’s the thing: I don’t want to rewrite this book forever. I want to do it right the first time. And I think the only way I can do that is if I have a semblance of a synopsis already done. If that makes sense.
So I dabbled on the new WIP some yesterday. And then I played on Twitter and Facebook and called it a night. I’m lame. Oops, sorry. I promised to cheer up.
I think I need to go find my happy place. Which, I’m pretty sure, is in the bottom of a Starbucks Grande Vanilla Latte.