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If someone had told me…
If someone had told me that buying a house would turn my life upside down and in no way make life easier, would I have rethought it?
If someone had said…
That got me to thinking. How many experiences in life would I have not experienced had someone told me the truth.
But that too is wrong, because for all of these experiences, someone did tell me and I;
- ignored them.
- thought I knew more
- thought I could overcome where others could not
- did not listen
- was trapped and could not listen.
Very rarely did I ever walk into something blind.
So, what does this have to do with writing?
Everything!
If I had only known how much time moving would take from my writing, I would not have committed to nanowrimo. If I had known how good Skyrim is, I would not have bought it. If I had known how much work was involved in buying instead of renting, I would move have changed my writing goals. If I had only known…
So as a penance, this week I will list the thing I did instead of writing.
Monday, I met my 500 word minimum goal. Plus some.
Tuesday, I worked, went to home depot to buy a washer and dryer and took my girlfriend out to dinner.
Wednesday, I worked from home, fought with comcast all day, hung living room curtains, hung a glass shelving system under my tv, had my gf pick up honey baked ham I had ordered, went to best buy to pick up items I had ordered (and knew wouldn’t go on sale) and spent the night with my girlfriend.
Thursday, I hung out with the family, watched football, and generally had a family day. Plus I played a couple of hours on Skyrim.
Friday, I worked a good 8 hours, went to home depot again for another few hundred dollars of things I never needed before, went to dinner with my gf, played skyrim for 2 hours,a nd spent the night with my gf.
Saturday I met my goal, but tomorrow, I am planning on taking the gf and her son to the Falcons game besides doing some laundry and doing living room wall hangings. I have no desk, so I will have to cancel the normal city of heroes session. Then prepare for work on monday.
If I had only known, I could be at the house I was renting, churning words, ignoring family, and not doing things, and possibly getting fired. I don’t blame the diversions, but I need to find a way around them and not say, “in two weeks this will calm down and I can start then.” Instead, I will churn words when I can.
What’s funny, is, I write more on a laptop in my car in parking lots than anywhere else. Maybe I should drive random places with a laptop.
Beating back the Barbarians
The name of the blog is too many diversions, and well sometimes the diversions get the upper hand. November is a tough month because of the annual DR test I plan and run at work. This month was even tougher because I am closing on a new house in the middle of the month.
Two giants have been summoned by the barbarians in a desperate attempt to tear down the gates and penetrate the wall. It was a full push, but I summoned archers, I removed the dead. I pushed the mourners out of the way of the battle, and I took the fight to them.
If we take these two items (last week’s 100 hour work week and the many hours spent packing for the move) and combine them with the falcons season tickets with friends, trying to spend time with my girlfriend (the new house is 7 minutes from her house… currently I am 45 minutes; so the new house will give me time back), playing with friends one night a week on City of Heroes, and trying to follow weight watchers — things had to give. I did write 1000 words last week. There is hope.
Giants charged with earth pounding leaps across the desolate lands in front of my walls. Teeth bared, muscles rippling, well rested from a year of feeding, and rested enough to annihilate any who dared to not bow down to their wants. Drool dripped from their fangs and their clubs had the blood of past beaten foes as they wound their way past the barbarians crushing those who did not move out of their way.
I barred the gates and setup archers. I had to boil extra oil, I had to put my city on limited rations, I had to tear down houses of the deceased to get wood for more arrows, and the first giant fell.
This weekend I foray out of the gates. I have rested cavalry and heavy infantry ready for a battle. They are sick of watching a defense without going hand to hand.
The cavalry all charge from the gates with the banner of creativity flying high and spread the barbarians and hit the last giant head on weakened by a constant barrage of flaming oil and arrows. The heavy infantry will fill the void and hold the bridge beating back the barbarians back to their camp for the cavalry’s return. The muse, ever unpredictable with his squadron of mages, could at some time fly over this battlefield a rain fire over the barbarians and rout them back to their camp and beyond.
Or, to put this a way my girlfriend will understand, I’m going to do some writing this weekend regardless of my move schedule.
