As usual, a late post.
I’m starting to feel that 2019 is the year that the Universe forces me to make the changes in my life that I need to, but might not want to. I’ve never believed in that kind of thing. I’m an atheist and automatically buck at the thought that there may be some kind of otherworldly directing force, influencing what happens in our lives, but I gotta admit, there have been a few things that, were I inclined, I’d be tempted to take as “signs”
I’m a bit down today, because for the third time in the last six months, someone I’ve long considered a good friend has disappointed me, and kind of just thoughtlessly screwed me over.
All three instances were unrelated, but do have to do with some events I organize, not for profit, but for the benefit of a group I belong to. I don’t really believe any of these instances were done out of malice, just thoughtlessness. I think I really have to stop assuming others will treat me as I’d be likely to treat them in the same situation. Still, it hurts when people you think are your friends don’t treat you as you would think a friend should.
So yeah, it does seem that perhaps I should re-evaluate how much of myself I should put out there for other people, and maybe I should start being more selfish and turn my attention to helping myself instead.
The times we live in.
Anyway, besides that, it hasn’t really been all that terrible a week. I had a long weekend because what I really need after all of the layoff weeks I’ve had lately is more time off of work. While I probably should have spent more time working on languishing projects, I did spend most of it relaxing.
Tuesday I attended another writer’s meet-up, one put on by a different group than the one I attended over the previous weekend.
This group was more focused on critiquing each other’s work, making it a bit more “serious”. That may have had a lot to do with the location, however, as it wasn’t held in a bar, and there was no beer to be had.
It was a good group of people, all earnest in their efforts and their desire to help each other out. I didn’t bring anything to critique this time, as I was a bit shy and wanted to remain as unobtrusive as possible, but have been invited to do so if I attend the next meeting, which I am considering.
That meant breaking my commitment to not edit until I finish the draft I’m working on. I’ve chosen to submit the first 2500 words of this draft, but I have gone back and done some polishing to that passage. I really didn’t want to submit something that was truly “raw”.
I will admit, on re-reading the opening, it wasn’t as bad as I feared. I found it pretty good, actually. I did have to do some editing, and I’ve managed to cut the original word count of that passage by around 20%, which I think is great.
I have another week before the next meeting, so I’m hoping I can finish polishing it up a bit more and can find the courage to actually let others read it.
We’ll see how that works out.
On Thursday, we went to a concert. One of my favourite acts, formerly local but who have achieved some renown in the last couple of decades, was playing in town and we just had to go. The band is called The Tea Party (they had that name long before the right-leaning political group in the US adopted it). I can only describe them this way… A curious mix of 90’s Grunge, late 80’s Goth, Turn of the Century Industrial, mixed in with Arabic Overtones and a little Black Magic.
Odds are that if you don’t live in Canada or Australia, you’ve never heard of them, but if the above sounds at all appealing to you, I’d recommend you check out the link provided.
We had a great time and met up with a friend for drinks afterward.
On Friday, a friend and I decided to check out the local 420 festival that was supposed to be happening downtown, but the weather was dismal and rainy, and the festival looked deserted when we passed it. We ended up just grabbing a couple of pints in a local pub and watching the hockey game.
Saturday was a bit of a bust. The weather was still dismal, and I just couldn’t get motivated to do much, but still did some work around the house and in my shop. I didn’t complete anything but got a bit farther along in some of my projects.
On Sunday, we went out to my mom’s in the county for family Easter Dinner. It wasn’t horrible.
Today, I dug out my dad’s old air-compressor and did some work to it. It’s bigger and runs quieter than mine, but it’s a bit of a jerry-rigged job that my dad cobbled together. It took some time to decipher what he had done, and figure out what needs to be replaced, but I think I got the gist of it enough to rework it.
I’ve fallen short of my daily goal every day this week, though I have written every day. Between trying to get back on my work schedule, which was screwed up again because of the long weekend, and will be again next week if we get the rumoured layoff, I couldn’t find the motivation to just sit and write.
I did manage to write nearly another 4000 words though, since my last blog post, which I suppose I should be happy for.
I’ve just about reached the point in the story where the main protagonist and his companions finally confront the antagonist. In fact, in the last bit I just finished writing, the team is literally on their way into the antagonist’s “lair” if you can call it that. So there is light at the end of this particular tunnel after all. How far away that light is, however, remains to be seen.
I know, given past experience, I shouldn’t really make any pronouncements about when I’m likely to finish this pile of shit, but I’m really hoping that by the time June rolls around, I can call this project done.
We’ll see, though.
Well, that’s it for me this week. Hope you’re all well.
Novel Word Count – 176,382