Favorite thing that happened today: Didn’t have to go to work (Yowzas, I love it!)
Least favorite: Mouth still hurts from dental surgery last week…but that’s what Vicodin is for
What I’m listening to: Lana del Rey, “Carmen”
What’s sitting next to me: Chief, my super sleepy German Shepherd & his beloved hamburger squeaky toy
Currently reading: The Keep, F. Paul Wilson
Hello friends! Quick disclaimer to confess that this is less of a writing update and more of a life update. Changes are afoot and it’s scary/exciting/awesome. Pretty much all those things at once because I feel like the road is opening up for me, and I *should* be nervous, but really I’m just standing around with a goofy grin on my face, and enjoying this nostalgia-inducing feeling of having the world at my feet. Okay, that’s an exaggeration, but please let me enjoy my fleeting moments of sky-high mania. It’s so much preferred to monotony!
Most folks would consider it crazy for a self-proclaimed writer to take on a new career path. Ah, that’s not the best way to describe it: please know I’m not in any way, shape or form trying to throw writing in the trash bin. I am actually willingly accepting a brand new career in ADDITION to keeping on trucking with my writing. It’s insane, right? Yeah, I know it. But here’s my reasoning: for so many years I took whatever job was put in front of me (or searched out desperately) just because I needed *something* and figured my stories/books would flow out of me like an effortless river. Problem with this? Despite working with some lovely people & getting great life experience, I was in a permanent funk. I mean, we’re talking down-in-the-dumps, moody/pissy/cranky far more than I’d like to admit. For all you fellow Labyrinth lovers, I was trudging around the Bog of Eternal Stench for years, cute in my mud boots but with a big ol’ frowny face.
Anywho, I decided that until (notice I did not say “if”) my writing career shoots to the moon (it’s gonna happen, right? can I get a hell yeah?) I am going to, for once, do something practical. Long story very short: A girl needs to eat, yo, and I’m going to be a nurse!
I said it’s insane, right? I know it, I know it! But honestly? Get real close so I can whisper in your ear? Aw there you are. You smell nice The secret is: I’m like ridiculously excited about all this. There is something about this take-on-the-worldness that I’m digging and, oddly enough, whereas you’d think throwing myself into nursing would completely distract me from writing, I’m telling you it’s the opposite. I guess just the gungho nature of putting my foot down and stating with hands on hips that I’m going to study something new and exciting, and launching myself into something that’s potentially a very stable career, is giving me the confidence that I can do (epiphany!) the same thing with my writing.
You all know from my previous posts that, though I don’t like to admit it, I’m not as confident about my writing as I’d like. It really annoys me & makes me sad sometimes—blahblahblah—but I’m looking forward to that changing (and for me to move in a conscious direction of spending less time fretting over stuff & far more time actually accomplishing things).
But, please, not another psychoanalytical post (Melisa, that’s a word, right?). I just wanted to share my new little adventure. I am looking forward to getting all geeked out in some math & science classes with my retro backpack. I really do feel like I’m at my best (or at least thrive from) being in an active learning situation. Filling my head with facts & keeping my mind working. I’m going to take this new venture very seriously, and it’s a nice reminder that I need to take my writing much more seriously. Much, much more. Or I guess I should say take myself more seriously as a writer? It’s just so random. Nursing, which I’ve thought about off and on before in my life, suddenly comes along as an actual opportunity that I can go for, and I *immediately* embrace it and start tackling it head on. Amanda as Healer? Check. But Amanda as Wordsmith? For some reason that’s been so difficult for me to embrace without second-guessing myself. But, I’m telling you, no more questions or flipflopping. I’m signing on the dotted line. Done and done.
I really do wish I had more to update as far as my writing goes, but (and this will soon change) I haven’t gotten a terrible amount done in the past month or so, what with tying up loose ends at work and having more dental surgery done (that’s a whole other, complicated post for a rainy day).
I’ve put my novel on hold because I need to do some tweaking. It was flowing pretty nicely, but then that very pleasant progression just stopped altogether. I’m not sure what happened, but I need to find the root of the problem before I keep going with it. This novel is such a huge part of me that at times I feel too close to it to give it an honest evaluation. My plan is to immerse myself in other little projects, not just to distance myself but to rustle up some inspiration.
I spoke before about working on an older story (“Were You Lying When You Said You Loved the Moon?”), and I’m hoping to send it out for publication soon (see how I can be cocky sometimes about my writing? i’m snapping my fingers all sassy-like right now). I’m also really wanting to throw myself into the flash fiction genre. There’s a contest up at Nano Fiction, and I figure what the hell do I have to lose? A lot of people have the misconception that shorter is easier, which is so not true, and I definitely realize it won’t be simple. God, maybe flash fiction is murder. But I want to give it a shot, and I shall.
So that’s what up in my life, as far as career stuff goes. But let me also share some very fun news! This Wednesday, two short days away, I get to take a sweet, long-weekend vacation! It’s much needed and much appreciated, and my parents are to thank as they are providing it all expenses paid, because they’re freaking awesome.
They live in Clermont, Florida, which is where I grew up.
Don’t get me started on Florida. I miss it, I love it, I will always be a Sunshine State girl at heart. My parents, however, born and raised and lifelong Floridians, are pretty much ready to move on. They grew up when everything was orange groves and sleepy peaceful streets and storefronts. Even though Clermont still has a ton of charm, there has been an insane amount of development, and for their retirement, they want to move somewhere cooler and less busy.
For years they vacationed in northern Georgia and fell in love with the rolling hills, BBQ joints, cozy Southern hospitality and the ability to completely distance themselves from traffic/insanity/city life. They are adorable, and it’s been so lovely watching them house hunting and hearing about their dreams for their cabin. My dad, who I wouldn’t exactly describe as the most technologically savvy person in the family, sits at the computer every day, looking at properties. They’ve been working with a realtor, and hope to move sometime next summer. My mom went up a couple months ago to look at places but didn’t fall in love with anything. Recently, though, my dad found this really awesome cabin still in construction, at a great price. My mom told me last week she was going up this Friday for a couple days to check it out and randomly yesterday I called her and asked her if I could *please* join her. She was thrilled! We ended up booking me a flight to Orlando on Wednesday so I can spend Weds night and Thursday at home with my dad (my sweet dad can’t go on all of these fun adventures because he very selflessly cares fulltime for my grandmother, his mom, who has suffered from dementia for years). Then on Friday my mom and I are flying up to Atlanta together (first class, dude! that’s a big deal to this champagne taste/PBR budget girl). We’ll spend Friday and Saturday in north Georgia, before we fly out our separate ways Sunday. School starts Monday.
I’m super happy to be seeing my parents and to go on a little vacay as well. I will make sure to post an update, on the trip as well as my writing.
Hope that all was coherent! I really appreciate you going along for the ride with me. Take care & warm wishes.