My boring life
What do people blog about when they're not doing anything "newsworthy"? I quit my outside-the-home job and became a full-time freelance writer due to medical reasons; these same medical reasons make it difficult for me to get up and do a whole ton of stuff outside the home, because I'm just too tired or achy. So when I'm not in the throes of writing something really cool (and haven't just been reminded of another egregious mis-useage of the American English Language), I don't have much to write about.
My biggie for the week was driving over to FYE yesterday to pick up the copy of "Stargate Continuum" I had reserved a while ago. It's pathetic that my shopping trip tired me out so much I immediately dropped in bed when I got home (of course the fact that the store doesn't open until 10:00 a.m. and I'm usually in bed by then has something to do with that).
So later, after I got up, in the interest of exercising, I walked to the store my daughter works at, which is just over a mile from our house. I did this at 3:00 a.m., which is a wonderful time to walk. Not too hot (although I'm sure it was over 75 degrees F), no sun beating down, little traffic on the roads. Unfortunately the way to the store is all uphill from our house. So the walk up, wandering the store for awhile, and back to the house had my feet in complete agony by the time I got home. I'm now sitting back at the computer, putting off doing real writing by messing around on the Web.
So much for exciting or interesting.
Maybe sometime I'll have to rant about being a night person.
My biggie for the week was driving over to FYE yesterday to pick up the copy of "Stargate Continuum" I had reserved a while ago. It's pathetic that my shopping trip tired me out so much I immediately dropped in bed when I got home (of course the fact that the store doesn't open until 10:00 a.m. and I'm usually in bed by then has something to do with that).
So later, after I got up, in the interest of exercising, I walked to the store my daughter works at, which is just over a mile from our house. I did this at 3:00 a.m., which is a wonderful time to walk. Not too hot (although I'm sure it was over 75 degrees F), no sun beating down, little traffic on the roads. Unfortunately the way to the store is all uphill from our house. So the walk up, wandering the store for awhile, and back to the house had my feet in complete agony by the time I got home. I'm now sitting back at the computer, putting off doing real writing by messing around on the Web.
So much for exciting or interesting.
Maybe sometime I'll have to rant about being a night person.