The truth is that I am overwhelmed by the number of things in which I have fallen behind, ranging from projects at work to trying to get settled into my house to keeping up with everything I want to be (or think I should be) online and with my website.
I am also torn with not wanting to be too personal on this blog or my website, and yet feeling that I am being dishonest to my readers (assuming that there are still any of you out there) by censoring the raw me writer inside who is too afraid of being exposed and vulnerable to the outside world.
I have a voice that I want to get out there. And at the same time I want to selfishly keep it to myself. There’s also a fair amount of "will people like me?" that any writer, no matter how much of an egoistical narcissist they are, cannot avoid feeling.
Does it really matter if you like me? No, probably not in the scheme of things. Going public with a blog is like standing up for karaoke or running in an election. I’ve done both a couple times and failed. It sucked. I also submitted an essay about my journey and self-realization of what it means to be geek to potentially be published in a book. I cut the deadline too close, probably. I was rejected. Was it because of the narrowly missed deadline (two hours, we’re talking) or because my writing and/or story wasn’t good enough? Was it not what they were looking for? I don’t know.
That book, called "She’s Such a Geek" is out now. I don’t have a copy yet. I’m not sure I want to read it yet. I would like to appreciate the stories in the collection and not be overly judgmental or critical for the petty reason that my essay wasn’t selected. I think I have to get over myself and maybe learn something from the whole experience.
I am also already behind in my fourth time trying to write 50,000 words in thirty days. November is National Novel Writing Month: nanowrimo.org. My buddy Brianna, whom I had to coerce to try again, even though she made it past 50,000 words last year, is about 9,000 words into it. My other buddy, Erica, is about that far along as well. I have a story line and notes, with very little actually written. I have the house to myself tonight while my husband is out playing poker. I’ve already spent most of the night playing Simpsons Road Rage on the Xbox and giving the cats treats and attention and just dilly-dallying in general.
Yeah, this is True Confessions. It’s time to come clean. I haven’t updated Geek of the Week in a while and haven’t been staying up with the forum on my very own website. I haven’t really even been responding to email or sending good wishes and gifts to my friends in Cincinnati who recently got married.
Here’s the stuff that I’ve been procrastinating with:
www.LibraryThing.org – I’m vetters if you want to look me up and see the hundreds of books I’ve cataloged and tagged. I love that fucking site. It’s been a very satisfying distraction for me.
Reading – probably directly related to cataloging my books. I’ve read a ton of the short children’s books that I recently cataloged. Here are some others:
The Wakefields of Sweet Valley Oh, yeah, believe it! It’s in my collection. Never a huge fan of Sweet Valley High books, but I always wanted to have a twin and I loved historical fiction from an early age.
Mendel’s Daughter Much different that Maus, but very good. I’m fascinated by my Jewish Heritage. It’s removed by a generation, and I didn’t ask enough questions of my grandfather before he died.
The Scent of God A memoir of a Catholic nun who fell in love with a priest. I’m fascinated by my recent knowledge that both of my grandmothers considered becoming nuns. Obviously, I wouldn’t be here today if that had worked out for them. Today is my maternal grandmother’s birthdays. She passed away last June. Saturday was my paternal grandfather’s birthday. He would have turned 100 years old if he were still alive.
And that leads into the other thing keeping me busy – family and genealogy. My dad revealed a dozen or so photo albums I had not seen before from his mother (yes, if you’re counting, all of my grandparents have passed away). I have more than my share of heritage photos and documents that I volunteered to scan and catalog for my mother’s family and I’m very far behind. Now all of these new heritage photographs from my dad (which are thankfully better labeled) go directly to my "to do" pile. Not to mention the research I’ve been half-heartedly trying to do for the novel that I’m supposed to be writing right now. I want to include some specifics of doing genealogical research in it.
So naturally, when I tire of playing Road Rage and I come upstairs specifically to start writing that novel I promised myself (and Brianna) that I would really write this year, here I am writing a long-ass blog entry. I’m going to post it now and get to the novel. It’s 10pm and I have a full day of needing-to-concentrate at work tomorrow… I guess I’ll just see how long I last this evening.
Thanks to anyone who made it all the way through this post. I’m sorry it’s so long. As always, I will express my intention to write in this blog more frequently so that my posts are shorter. For the most part, anyway.
That was 943 words. I guess it’s not so hard after all….