Sep 28, 2009 10:18
I've started a book.
It feel stupid even typing that, but it's true. I've got the free time now and, well, I love to write so I might at least try and get paid for it. Right?
More than anything, I'm worried it will be a big old waste of time. Or stupid. It could very well be stupid. But, I'm enjoying it. I know what I want to say, as always, it's the saying it that has become a problem. And the backstory. I'm drowning in backstory.
If I can get and keep organized, it'll work.
In other news, we've been happily unbusy at my house. My son is kind of struggling with school, as I was afraid he would. The biggest problem is that I can't seem to impress upon him the importance of education. Scratch that. He loves to learn about things he is interested in; he just isn't interested in math or writing in complete sentences. He's taking extra writing/reading comprehension classes twice a week now. I hope it works.
We had a lazy weekend, with only one trip to the beach. It was such fun. My kids are all tan and I'm tan and, oh yeah, trying to work out.
I went to bed last night feeling old and woke up today thinking I still had a world of time left. Perception is a bitch.
Ah, well...
rl: family,
rl: randomness,
writing: gen