So blogging on a weekly basis didn’t work out. I kinda knew that would happen. I continue to be ground into dust by work and distracted by Diablo III.
The Savannah trip was great. I really did mean to do a whole big blog about it, but I struggled to get back into the routine of work and just couldn’t bring myself to write anything. It’s a beautiful city. I’d move there in a heartbeat.
Yesterday was a meat grinder. I probably didn’t get as much work done as I should have, but I’m okay with that. I did what I could. I felt bad for not staying late. No worries, it lasted about two seconds, and then I happy to be out in the heat.
Yes, the amazing heat. When I left the building for lunch at 1:30, it was 103. Not accounting for the heat index. Just raw heat. I expected to swim down the block, but it was actually not that humid and fairly breezy. It felt wonderful. I wouldn’t want to exert myself out in it, but just to stand there for a while or sit in the shade was really nice. It tried to storm last night. The wind got up, and the power tried to go out a couple times close to midnight. Today is going to be much the same. I plan on leaving the house here at some point, but I’m not going to be playing around outside. I like the heat, but I’m not stupid.
I’m still not writing much. Again, letting work and video games take priority. I wasn’t helped much yesterday by the announcement of the results of a poetry contest I entered back in April. One contest means nothing, though, and honestly, I don’t know if what I sent in was my best work. Even so, the winning poems aren’t posted, so I can’t compare. There are better writers than me, and the winners most likely are better. So what? But for a moment or so, I wondered why I’ve been wasting my time trying to be a writer. Existential crisis of the week. Should I write strictly as a hobby? Should I bother writing at all? Should I put down the pen for good and resign myself to a life of working and playing games on my computer? I’d read a lot more if I did. For another moment, I took the loss (is it a loss, really?) as impetus to rededicate myself to writing, including the submitting things to be published part of writing. That didn’t last either. I’m right back where I started before I entered the contest. Which is sinking in the quicksand of inertia.
Fuck inertia. I’m going to go do something I’ve thought about for a couple years now and have planned and put off for a month or so.