"Fiction gives us a second chance that life denies us."
- Paul Theroux
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
Ever been given a personality test at a job interview? Ever gone to an interview without any actual interviewing being done? That happened to me. Last week. It was so weird. A PERSONALITY TEST. I checked off boxes in categories and columns. I guess if they've used it before and it worked, then okay.... but still weird. It makes me not want to work there. Well, if I fail the test it's not like they'll be calling me anyway. It's all I could think of when I opened my blog today. I'm going to have to put it in a story sometime.
Thursday, June 19, 2014
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
I still have no car. It is very frustrating. The longer it's in the shop, the more dollars signs I see. I don't know what's going to happen. It's stressful and getting in the way of everything I want to do. I can't even go grocery shopping without some fancy planning. Anyone else have real life problems stressing them out?
Thursday, June 12, 2014
Thursday, June 5, 2014
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
My car broke down on the weekend. It sucks. It can (hopefully) be fixed. It's just going to take a long time (and more money than I want to spend). So, I've been stuck at home with my son all week. I think we're both going a little stir crazy. At least there's a play group tomorrow within walking distance.
I know this isn't my usual random thought, but it's what is on my mind right now.
Have a great day!
Sunday, June 1, 2014
I think I was productive last week. I finished the edits for section five and the first half of the conclusion for my non-fiction. I started work on the second half of the conclusion. Yes, the conclusion will be longer than I intended. It was all work that had me feeling good.
Below is a bit of what I wrote while at my writing group last week. I like it a lot and wonder where it will take me one day.
Being Flung Up Into the Sky
I squeal, as the wind rushes by my ears. My hair blows around my face. I stretch my arms and my legs out, my excitement cannot be contained. I don’t know why I hesitated. Being thrown, launched, flung into the air is amazing. I reach out and touch the sky.
I feel my descent, the downward journey of my arc. I look below me and see the air cushion waiting for my arrival. I don’t want to land. I don’t want to touch the ground. I want to stay in the air. I want to run my fingers through the sky. I want to kick my legs at the clouds. I want my hair to ripple back as I swim forward through nothing.
Then I stop. Two metres before the cushion, I am suspended. I hover. I hear shouting all around me. At the cushion and from the canon where I was launched.