As I do not have internet at home, I only get to write in snippets; in between work tasks; as I sit at my shift from 15:30 to 04:00. I live a bit out of the way, and they want too much for the hook up. Perhaps, in time, I will put out the expense, but not at this moment. So....if anyone goes to read any of my work...especially my "Novella"....please understand that one chapter is not complete until you see an entry for the beginning of the next. If you begin to read a chapter, and there is no further entry below it, it is still a work in progress. That is, until the final chapter, of course. That entry will be finished when I add the word final to the entry title. I hope someone gets interested in my musings at some point. |
Having pain in your tailbone is a real pain in the ass. |
As my Grandmother used to say....."You never can, always, sometimes, tell." |
The time has come for me to make some changes in my life. It is time to get up off my ass. It is time to set better goals. It is time to keep my eye on said goals, and keep them in focus. It is time to stop making excuses. I will never achieve ANYTHING if I just sit and watch the world go by. |
No one reviews what I have....so why write more? No one responds to things I blog...so why insist I update? No one likes my reviews...so why put in the effort? No one notices when I'm not here...so why check in? I am No one...so why bother? |
I had started out, tonight, planning on doing some reading and reviewing. However, after the first piece I read, I am so disturbed by the workings of the writer's mind that I don't think I can do any other person justice. I am in awe of the immaturity, and lack of common sense, in some of these self-proclaimed authors. |
I felt like an extra piece of luggage on my brother's trip to Arizona. Yes...they were my things being packed up out of the house. But...I did none of the packing, none of the loading, and none of the hooking to the trailer. All I did was say what I wanted, what could be tossed, and what they could keep if they wanted. Other than those few easy tasks, all I did was visit and shop. I don't even feel as if my part of the driving was that much of a help. Nor was the accruing of the title to my car of import enough to make the trip. I could have done that on-line. Yes, I liked seeing my father, my sister, and my friends, but it was not the purpose of the journey. All I wanted to do was be home. |