Get it? The road to hell is paved with good intentions? And like... I'm selling paving stones, so I've got enough good intentions that I need to offload some...
Yeah. I tried like four other titles before that one, and they all sucked too. Give me a break. It's Sunday. Which means yesterday was Saturday, and tomorrow is Monday. I'm going to ignore my inevitably manic Monday, and focus on yesterday. Because I am a pro at dwelling on the past.
Yesterday was eventful. I put a few more hours into working on my livestream, entertainment blog, and book. Hell. I started a Kickstarter to fund my pre-publishing efforts! And fiddled around with Windows Movie Maker just long enough to discover that I'm going to need a WAY better program to get my video editing on. (If any of my non-existant readers have some ideas regarding that, I'd love to hear them.) And as if that wasn't enough, I locked myself out when I left to visit my girlfriend at work.
The good news is that her work is just shy of two miles downhill from where we live. The bad news is that it was almost ninety degrees out, I was wearing a long-sleeved tshirt and vest, and my shoes are SO not made for walking distances. They're comfy, a little on the big side, and have zero inside padding. Yeah.. I've got blisters the size of Kennedy half dollars on the balls of both feet and a couple between my toes. Fortunately over night the blisters callused up a bit, because going up to bed last night was pretty much torture. But hey! I walked 3.6 miles yesterday on uneven pavement along a road that goes up and downhill at least twice at steep and gentle grades, and it only took me 28 minutes going down and 32 coming up. Not bad for an "obese" woman who's horribly out of shape.
There's a sick part of my brain that wants to start walking the hill 2-3 times per week, and build up to doing it daily with a weighted backpack, in the name of fitness. Like I'll have time for that kind of crap after my unemployment situation is fixed. If I magically become a full time writer, it'll be different, but until then...
Maybe once the blisters heal up. Maybe. No promises.
...stop looking at me like that.
With work removed from the equation again and my meds getting adjusted up, I'm starting to feel like a normal human being again. And with starting new projects and committing to writing both blogs actively and harvesting material from them for a book, I almost feel like I have my shit together. If I can just somehow fix this money situation by either finding funding on the intarwebs or selling my writings, I'll be golden. I get the feeling that's like saying "if I hit the lottery or find a fat wallet laying on the side of the road next time I lock myself out, everything will be cool" but hey. It's hope.
Hope and photons, man. More or less infinite supply of both, but there's no mass and it takes up no volume. >.<
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