I’m in the mood to blog tonight before I get into my editing work and I’m faced with the choice of being petty in the face of a national tragedy and writing about my weight loss plan like I had originally planned, or I can be narcissistic and write about the bombing at the Boston Marathon through my eyes and experiences.
Part of me thinks I should be more shaken up about this than I am. I have been at the finish lines of two marathons waiting for Becky. I was at the finish of the Detroit Marathon by myself and I was at the finish of the Flying Pig Marathon in Cincinnati with the kids. I’ve never been to Boston, but I’ve also never been to Newtown or Aurora and those two attacks really shook me up. Maybe I’m becoming desensitized to it and 2 deaths isn’t enough to hit my nerve center. Maybe I’m just sick of the news coverage of all of it and the rote bullshit the news and cable networks spit out to fill space so they don’t feel like they’re being left behind. I don’t know and Im not going to look too deep into myself to figure it out.
I can do what I can to be safe and to keep my kids safe, but I believe in a higher power with a larger plan for me and my life and that when it’s my time to go I’m outta here. Until then I’ll be a selfish prick and use experiences like this as a reminder to hug my kids tighter and be a nicer person to strangers and live my life better all around.
UPDATE: Multiple new outlets are reporting that an 8-year-old boy is among the dead. NOW I’m pissed and crushed and sad like I originally expected I would be. Am I really this susceptible to emotional manipulation like that? Whatever. The whole thing sucks.
I’ve been having a lot of vivid dreams lately, which is unlike me. They haven’t been wacky trippy dreams, but rather seemingly real life events. I suspect the reason for this is that I haven’t been writing any fiction lately (at least not intentionally – heyoh) and my subconscious is backing up. I have a couple more editing projects to finish up then I’m going to take some time to write some new prose. In fact, right here on this website I will commit to writing 1000 words of new prose fiction this weekend. I assume they will be words in the cozy novel that will be my next project, but I would not be surprised to find myself opening up the urban fantasy novel either.
Both of the kids have been going to school recently with injuries and I worry about what the teachers think. Holly had a black eye from getting hit with her own bed and Spenser had a big fat lip from falling in the bathroom doing stuff he wasn’t supposed to be doing. Luckily both kids had made it clear in their actions around their teachers that they have no sense of their own mortality so I don’t think it comes as a surprise to the teachers when they show up with battle wounds. Still, Becky thinks we need to keep the house cleaner in case we have a surprise visitor from the state some day.
And speaking of keeping the house clean. Yikes. I hate my house and what having little kids does to it. I’ve mentioned numerous times here and across the internet that I’m the lone guardian of cleanliness and neatness in my home and lately my interest and passion for that role has diminished quite a bit. I’ve been working a lot on editing projects and figure that’s a better use of my time than cleaning the house only to have it destroyed the next day (or sooner) by the kids and others in my family. I’m hoping it’s just the malaise of this crappy weather and that my verve for cleaning will come back with warmer weather. Otherwise we may just need to burn the place down and start again.
I’ve also not been doing well with the eating and the exercise. Exercise because of being lazy due to the crappy weather and the eating because I was getting very bored eating the same thing over and over and over again which is not like me at all.
Mostly I just really want warm weather to get here. And I know how pissy that sounds considering how much I was moaning about wanting cold weather back in November or whatever when it was 80.
It didn’t take long for me to realize why I liked the old design and layout so much. It’s so much better than anything WordPress has to offer for their free themes. And until I’m willing to commit to the work and cost of taking this site completely in my own hands and self-hosting it, this is what I’m stuck with and I’m happy enough with it. I like the black and white clarity of the rest of this theme and will just have to put color in from time-to-time in the header. As for the title, I like the title and it has a good story and I like it so I’m going to stick with it. I don’t really think someone would pass on my services as a writer or editor because of the title of my site. And if they do, then we can all probably agree that I’m not the best person for that job.
In a modest effort to professionalize my growing freelance business, I’ve spun off a professional Facebook page for my writing and editing activities then hacked down my personal page to just family and close friends. Let’s see if this makes things better.
Hey. Look. I changed the header to reflect the start of baseball season. I think typewriters and books and pens are pretty corny logos and a bit on the nose for writers so it’s high time I took my own advice. I’m curious how you all take the changes. Also, over at my about page I’ve added a photo of myself. Try not to stare too long at it. Have a great weekend. Hopefully I’ll have more pics of the kids. Got some fun stuff planned with them.
Update: The baseball stuff is gone now. I’m actually looking to get away from the Coping With Sanity stuff as to not confuse people who come here looking for my editorial services.