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I want people.
I hate being stuck out here. I'm not the kind of person that can just happily live inside their own head. Yet, being a stay at home husband, I'm alone about 3/4 of the day. I've tried really hard to get to meet people around our apartment complex, but the only couple with which I've had any luck moved to Montana about three weeks ago.
I've blown the weekend as far as NaNo goes. I've hardly written at all, so now, instead of being about 2k words ahead, I'm about 3k words behind. Kris was down to stay with us this weekend. I haven't seen her in a long time. She was at the wedding reception, but that doesn't really count since there were over a hundred people there to talk to bjforester and I. So that's part of the reason I didn't get any done, but now that she's gone it's more that I'm just in a funk and really, really lonely, and I'm writing a humor novel for NaNo. It's pretty dang hard to be funny when you're depressed.
Things are starting to get better. I've started doing some serious research on a potential project, and I'm feeling better and being able to write a bit.
That brings up another interesting thing: I've noticed a pattern. When I get an idea on what I want to do with my life, my first impulse is to talk to people about it, to get their ideas and advise. Sometimes I say it as soon as it pops into my head, sometimes I wait months. Yet it seems like as soon as I tell anyone about it, something causes it to fall through. Either something comes up that makes it an impossibility, or I find out I just don't want to do it anymore, or I have to move, etc. Really freakin frustrating. So for now, I've talked about my ideas with bjforester, 'cause you know, she's my wife, and it's good to talk to your wife about future job plans, but otherwise it's my little secret until I actually begin work on it.
I know, I'm a shameless tease, but you can't guilt me into telling. Okay, jayiin can probably guilt me into telling, but he's better at that than most.
I hate being stuck out here. I'm not the kind of person that can just happily live inside their own head. Yet, being a stay at home husband, I'm alone about 3/4 of the day. I've tried really hard to get to meet people around our apartment complex, but the only couple with which I've had any luck moved to Montana about three weeks ago.
I've blown the weekend as far as NaNo goes. I've hardly written at all, so now, instead of being about 2k words ahead, I'm about 3k words behind. Kris was down to stay with us this weekend. I haven't seen her in a long time. She was at the wedding reception, but that doesn't really count since there were over a hundred people there to talk to bjforester and I. So that's part of the reason I didn't get any done, but now that she's gone it's more that I'm just in a funk and really, really lonely, and I'm writing a humor novel for NaNo. It's pretty dang hard to be funny when you're depressed.
Things are starting to get better. I've started doing some serious research on a potential project, and I'm feeling better and being able to write a bit.
That brings up another interesting thing: I've noticed a pattern. When I get an idea on what I want to do with my life, my first impulse is to talk to people about it, to get their ideas and advise. Sometimes I say it as soon as it pops into my head, sometimes I wait months. Yet it seems like as soon as I tell anyone about it, something causes it to fall through. Either something comes up that makes it an impossibility, or I find out I just don't want to do it anymore, or I have to move, etc. Really freakin frustrating. So for now, I've talked about my ideas with bjforester, 'cause you know, she's my wife, and it's good to talk to your wife about future job plans, but otherwise it's my little secret until I actually begin work on it.
I know, I'm a shameless tease, but you can't guilt me into telling. Okay, jayiin can probably guilt me into telling, but he's better at that than most.