Monday, April 28, 2014

A Horse Is A Horse, Of Course, Of Course

I don't remember where that line is from... but it makes me giggle. Like a little girl.

Anyways, this is actually a blog to rant against life.
MY life specifically will be rather frustrating for the next couple months; my day job is taking over my writing time, so I'm not sure how prolific I'll be with my current story. (Yeah, Blargh) This is gonna throw off my 2014 schedule a bit... but what are you gonna do, right?

This may work out alright, though. I'll have enough time to go through my old manuscripts and see if they're salvageable. And in the meantime, I can build up my blogs and author profiles, little things that aren't as attention intensive.

It's all about having a game plan... right?

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Well Jeepers!

I have to confess: I take ridiculous pleasure in being the sweet "girly girl" at the auto shop. Not in the "look at all these boys at my beck and call" power trip way. I'm not quite that sadistic.  I more enjoy watching all these tough mechanic types turn beet red and try really hard to take care of me and not be offensive.
Forgive the romanticism, but I get the feeling a lot of tough types are pretty jaded, particularly toward women. So to throw off the stigma and make them feel good, just by being me? That's kind of endearing.
 
So this one goes out to all the tough mechanic men. I don't understand half the things you're telling me about my car, but thanks for making it run pretty for me!

Friday, April 18, 2014

Whither Wilt Thou Go, Oh Wandering Heart?

Making my own coffee is usually a crapshoot. But every so often I manage to create the most glorious balance of cream and coffee, and it makes the world a sublime and beautiful place...
So, I've been realizing recently that I have a poetic heart. I don't say this to sound artsy or cool- on the contrary, it's kind of a nuisance.

I address people, thinking I'm speaking plainly, and they roll their eyes as if I'm trying too hard or being silly.
"No, I honestly mean my heart bleeds for you."
I dont know a better way to describe what I'm feeling. I'm not just sad or sympathetic; it hurts me that you are hurting. Hence,  my heart bleeds.
I could just say, "man, that's a bummer," but that doesn't convey my feeling.

Ah well. I really put too high a premium on communication anyway.