I think I may be addicted to post-it notes.
I leave them EVERYWHERE. I have them on my computer, in books, in journals, on the fridge, on cabinets, in my bag… you could pretty much follow the trail of post-its to find me anywhere. (more…)∞
So I basically suck at blogging.
If you found this blog when I started it last summer, then you may have noticed that I went from posting almost daily to being almost eerily silent. You may have also noticed that I’ve occasionally changed a background or something, but haven’t bothered to even post a quick “hey y’all, how’s it goin’?” since November .
Of course, it’s more likely that you barely noticed I’ve been gone at all – much like the tabs on my page that I just discovered disappeared at some point during my tinkering.
Oh, before I forget…
Hey y’all! How’s it goin’?
And now back to our regularly scheduled blog post…
No excuses, no reason, I’m just failing at being a blogger.
It’s not for lack of trying, or for lack of something to say. (I’ve always got something to say!) It’s just that I can’t stay focused on writing a post. I start, then stop to browse other themes, then start on a completely different post, then move on to whatever in my real life requires me.
The number of unfinished drafts I have saved on my laptop is actually a little embarrassing.
But it’s not just blogging. I’m really starting to think I may be failing at life in general. (Yep, that’s right — you get a grade for this life thing.)
So let’s start with the last thing I posted about… NaNoWriMo.
I won! YAY! I didn’t fail at writing a novel in 30 days! I’m so amazing…
After finishing the first draft of my novel in November, I tucked it safely away in it’s little Scrivener folder and moved on to my next
Much like this blog, I’ve visited my NaNo novel many times and even done some editing here and there… but that’s as far as it’s gone. At this rate, it might be ready for a first reader somewhere around the year 2040.
So “F” number #1 goes to… failing miserably as a novelist.
Let’s move on to “F” number #2, shall we… Continue reading → Note to Self: You’re failing miserably at…
So the bathroom I told you all about last week is still not done. I’ve ran into quite a bit of unexpected issues… the latest of which, I’m pretty sure almost caused a nervous breakdown.
Our house was built in the 1950’s so there are a lot of things that were made sometime before my parents were born. One of these things… the light/heater/vent in the bathroom. Apparently, they stopped making that particular model in 1958.
I was starting to feel like I’m never going to get the bathroom done after realizing we can’t even get replacement parts for the stupid thing and the wiring is all bad and needs to be replaced.
This wasn’t even what prompted the almost breakdown! It was walking into the living room and seeing that this has happened: Continue reading → Note to Self: It’s OKAY, just breathe.
I think I’ve mentioned it before, but we don’t have cable… we also don’t have a whole lot of time.
Our evenings are filled with a lot of running around like chickens with their heads off cut, homework, headless chicken mimicking, me pretending I’m a taxi driver, and sometimes… headless chicken mimicking (no offense intended to headless chickens). Continue reading → Note to Self: Must watch more TV in order to understand your life.
Yes, yes I am writing little notes to myself again. I’ve already confessed my post-it addiction…
So, I have no idea who said it first… I think maybe Faulkner, but the internet fairies are being really stingy with the answers today. I found 5 other possible originators of the phrase…
KILL YOUR DARLINGS.
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