A Rambling Affair

As we move into the last week of the month, I am reflecting on what little I’ve done in March. It’s been a month of reaching the weekend exhausted from a busy spurt at the office and reaching Monday morning again without knowing where the weekend went.

I’ve gone no where with the WIP. I have a few new pages. Only a few for the entire month. I know where it needs to go, but the words don’t flow. They feel stilted and they don’t ring true to the characters. Part of me wants to push through, write crap, and reach the end. Once the story is down, it can be edited. The other part of me starts to do that and gets annoyed at the vomit on the page.

In this last week of the month, I’m still torn between striving for that goal of having a completed MS for Morgan’s still unnamed project and working forward on CRANK. I do need to get myself ahead next month since I’ll be spending a week in Vegas. Vacation in general makes me forget what day it is and in a city that never sleeps, I doubt I’ll even think about whether or not it’s Wednesday, let alone remember to write a coherent chapter in this ongoing story.

The thing is, CRANK isn’t coming easily either. I’ve been blaming that on the action scenes I’ve been writing. Those have always been my writing bane. While my good friend, Carrie, has taught me a lot about getting through those, they are still, to me, lackluster and boring. Perhaps once this current scene is resolved, I’ll have the energy and desire to dive in and write ahead. That’ll be before Vegas. I promise.

I also promise this entire blog entry is not going to be depressing. Sure, I’m unfocused and frustrated on the writing front, but I’ve been here before and I know it will pass.

As for other things I like to ramble about here, I’m not reading as much as I was last month. It comes down to that time void I’ve been experiencing. I haven’t read my trade journals that give me the required continuing ed credits for my license, so reading for fun rarely passed my mind.

Part of that, too, are the slow-moving books I’m on. Or so they seem. HORNS, by Joe Hill, has a great premise, but the past several chapters have not been clearly moving the story forward. NIGHTFALL by Andrew Wolter has fascinating world and enchanting characters, but because I’ve yet to figure out how to make PDFs display in a legible font on the Kindle, I can only read a few pages at a time. I’m tempted to print it out – all 300+ pages – because I have enjoyed what I read so far even when he killed… well, you’ll have to read to find out who! Then there’s that freebie chick-lit story that caught my attention because the girl made a deal with a male escort. The story is okay but the author’s writing doesn’t keep me in that suspense of disbelief. I want to finish it to see if the plot works out, but I’m not drawn to return to it like I am for Hill and Wolter.

Crap, I’m rambling. I know how many of you will see a long blog entry and click away for something else. This is, after all, a world that demands instant gratification.

Speeding it up.

I’ve been doing much better this month on my quest to live a healthier life. I refuse to say the word DIET. While diet can refer to what you eat on a daily basis, it has come to mean something more along the lines of starving yourself silly just to drop a few pounds before you see that pretentious bitch and once you’ve made her envious, snarfing down a double cheeseburger while promising yourself you won’t put the weight back on.

Eating healthier has become easier since the Hubby started taking part. Sure, before he’d eat the healthy stuff if I cooked it, but he was just as willing to order a pizza, and he did his best to avoid grocery shopping. Now when I’m feeling weak, he vetoes pizza. Plus he goes shopping, helping pick out fresh fruits and veggies and throwing in his vote on which fish or pork or whatever he’d like to eat during the week.

With the Hubby putting in just as much, if not more effort, I have to struggle less. Last night, I threw out the salami. It just wasn’t worth it. I tried egg whites, and for a quickie morning pita; they’re great. I’ll still eat whole eggs when I want that sloppy yellow yolk for my toast, but before work, I don’t have time for that mess anyway. The best part was when I was in the grocery store alone last week, I was not tempted – not even a little bit – by the big end-cap display of my favorite potato chips with a ‘buy one get one free’ sale.

So there you go. I’m not doing well with the blogging lately so I’m happy to have this done. I’ve been staring at my list of half started blog ideas with a sneer. That, too, will pass. Thank you, dear Readers, for sticking it out with me.

Ciao,
Pia

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