Verbosity has its Setbacks

I'm posting here, because my normal web journal is broken. Really, my "webjournal" is more of a diary. These posts are more fitting for a blog, mainly because they involve my musings and observations, whereas my other one has friends who actually read it and personal information.

I guess anything I write is personal.

Today, I read an interview with Chuck Klosterman. I became obsessed with Klosterman in college after obtaining Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs. He drew me in with his first sentence, "No woman will ever satisfy me." My 7th grade English teacher used to moonlight as an editor, and she said that the MAIN thing editors look for in a piece is a good first line. The hook. From that point on, I have always judged a book by its hook, which just sounds like some weird way of saying my favorite character is the villain from Peter Pan.

Klosterman is a good writer, a keen observer, and makes points in such an objective manner that even if I disagree with him, I still like him. He always makes me want to write.

Which brings me to the reason for this post. Last night, I was going through one of my stories, one where I have to do a search to find where I want to write and pick up at a certain juncture. However, I realized that what I thought I'd written in the story was actually something I'd written in one of...at least 5 different notebooks. Meaning I'd have to not only scour each notebook to find THAT part, but I would have to transfer that part over before I got to the addition I wanted to make to add on another Jenga piece to my writing.

That was frustrating, but I should take heart that I've done so much writing that I can't find the writing I want. I would rewrite what I wanted to say, but what I said at the time seemed so perfect that I wanted to see it, improve it, and then contribute more. I was also really tired, cranky, and had taken Benedryl for an allergic reaction. Excuses.

I have a lot of craft goals and such for Christmas, but as I am stinking broke/poor (I guess poor, since there isn't a big opportunity to save money, that being a distinction, right?), I think this is an excellent opportunity to go through said notebooks and just transfer everything over. It will be challenging, but it will be essentially free. I already paid the electric bill, so I might as well take advantage of it.

Excuses

It's raining outside.

Which leads to my question: why do I always find an excuse NOT to do chores/errands? To be fair, there are certain physical setbacks that happen. Ex: I have a headache right now.

I feel so good after accomplishing something! Whereas wasting time on the computer = boring, guilty, feeling bad about not being productive. Also, my mom likes to remind me I'm turning into my dad.

Then I get into the "I would if _________" or "I could if I had _________." It's not that I need more time, because all I do is waste it. What is keeping me from making incredible discoveries/crafts/etc? I blame the internet. I'm going to pretend I was more productive when I had dial up. Which is probably true.

This is turning into a serious and depressing post. I meant to prove a point, and instead I just got down on myself.

Screw it, you know what? I'm going to go do all those things (except laundry, because I can't carry ALL those clothes back and forth from the car and that IS a genuine concern).

I like griping to basically no one.

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