Thank the Gods for the “Find” feature in Word.
So, let me give you some backstory here: Every Wednesday, Twitter has a trending hashtag called #1linewed where there is a theme set and writers can post a line or two from one of their works that fits that theme. For example, today’s theme is “eyebrows.”
Dear Gods, I never realized how many times people raised their eyebrows in my current manuscript!
Being the obsessive-compulsive person that I am, I can’t just let it go until it comes time for edits and whatnot. I have to fix it now. That has been the majority of my writing this morning–taking out a multitude of eyebrow raising and finding other ways for the characters to express emotion.
It happens. Writers get their little quirks or favorite phrases and they don’t even realize until revision/edits that they’re doing it. Well, apparently I’m an eyebrow-raiser. I don’t remember doing it in my last novel, but I think I’m trying too hard to “show don’t tell.” I know there are other facial expressions/body language-type things I can use, but I guess my go-to is the eyebrows.
I suppose I should thank whoever picked today’s theme. Now I can go through and fix this before it gets out of hand, and be wary of it as I write further.
Well, it’s learning time again. Which is great, because I love to learn new things!
I’m starting training on a new position at work today. It’s exciting, even though it’s repetitive work, because I get to learn something new and I get to have more responsibility. It may seem like easy work, but it’s super important and crucial, and you can’t take any shortcuts or slack off. Back-to-back work. Nonstop.
A few months ago I spent a single day training on this position but wasn’t able to continue because of how the schedule worked out. Now, though, they have time to fit me in for training plus I get the bonus of possibly working towards another new position that, while a great opportunity, is a bit intimidating. Even more responsibility. Even more back-to-back. Even more nonstop. Even more stress.
I’m confident that I can at least master the position I’m training for today, but the other position terrifies me. Gotta face your fears, though. Suck it up and keep pushing. Or something equally inspirational.
Ah, a Monday morning off. So relaxing.
Except I need to be working on cosplay stuff. I’m so close to being finished with both of our cosplays for Phoenix Comicon. I need to get my ass out of bed and get to working on them, though.
The last few things are pretty simple, just time-consuming. I’m still debating on making a belt for myself versus buying one. It would be pretty cool to be able to say that I made the entire cosplay myself (aside from the lightsaber), but do I really want to make another belt?
I should also be getting ready for my interview with an actor this morning…another rarity lately. It’s an actor that I enjoy, and I get to ask some burning questions about a show I like. Win-win. I have the questions ready and typed up in a Word file (makes transcribing afterwards so much easier), but I’ll need to clear off some space in the craft room for me to take the call. I have to have my laptop there because I don’t want to waste printing a lone sheet of paper just for the call, and the sewing machine is smack dab in the middle of in the way.
Or…I could write some more. Haven’t gotten anything new written in the past few days. I need to step up on that if I’m going to finish the draft by the end of the year like I planned.
I think I’m going to go get an energy drink. Maybe that will get my gears turning.
Yes! I have very nearly completed my cosplay, and my husband’s isn’t much farther behind. I need to make him some hand warmers/fingerless gloves/whatever you want to call them, a pouch of some sort to carry his phone, wallet, & keys, & I need to either make or find a belt so I have a place to put my lightsaber. (Oh yeah, and we need to buy our lightsabers–but we’re doing that at the con.)
It’s the culmination of about 6 months of work (off & on), and I’m feeling very accomplished. Sadly, I need to bust my butt on losing weight because I can barely fit into the corset as I am right now. 🙁 I’ll do it, though. I have more motivation now that I’ve seen how hard it is to get into the corset right now. Luckily I made an elastic waistband for the skirt, so I should be fine if I lose weight.
I can’t believe managed to pull this off. I really didn’t know what I was doing for the most part and patterns have been my friend, but a few things I had to pattern out myself. (Mainly the skirt, a sleeveless black tunic top I made for under the corset–which you really can’t see in these photos–and altering things for my husband’s cosplay. I also made the black belt with the tails without a pattern.) Hubby’s was much more complicated, but I managed.
Next up? Well, after a break from making cosplay stuff, next up is a Naruto couple’s cosplay (though we’ll be cosplaying siblings–not that it really matters. It’s cosplay after all). They look like fun characters to play, and they both have large props that should be interesting to make.
Now off to be productive!
Lists upon lists upon lists upon lists. I have a list for the things I need to finish on our cosplays. I have a list for interviews I want to do for Phoenix Comicon. I’m making lists of lists I need to make.
I don’t know what has brought on this sudden need to organize. I guess I’m afraid I’ll forget something important.
Oh, that reminds me…I need to make a list of things to bring to Phoenix Comicon so I don’t forget any cosplay items when we go.
Maybe it’s the OCD in me. Maybe it’s neurosis. Maybe it’s just procrastinating from the things I’m making lists for.
I should make a list of possible reasons…
I thought it would be fun to write for another website. More articles to write, more entertainment news to cover. I’m quickly realizing, however, that this new website is nothing about actual article writing. All they’re after is website clicks, and they don’t even want any original material. That’s right–I’ve become one of those click-bait writers. So demeaning.
It’s hellishly mind-numbing. Take one of the articles they select for you to source from, paraphrase/quote, source, photo credit, tag it, bag it, post, and repeat. Nothing even newsworthy, because it’s all information that other websites have already covered. No interviews, no original reviews, nothing thought-provoking. Just regurgitated information.
I hate to quit anything, but this new site just isn’t working out for me. I’m creatively stifled. There is nothing inventive, nothing entertaining, nothing worthwhile to what I am doing. At least with Talk Nerdy With Us there’s more freedom, more creativity. If I come up with a great idea for a post, I’m free to write it. I don’t have to copy other websites, which frankly makes me feel like a plagiarist (despite the fact that with this new site we credit all of our sources).
Talk Nerdy With Us is an amazing family. This other site? Nope. They’re just about the number of website views and interactions. I’ve not even been writing for them a week and I’m already over it. Give me my Talk Nerdy With Us. Give me my freedom. Give me my originality.
Give me liberty or gtfo.
Ah, there it is. The arthritis. I haven’t had morning aches/stiffness like this in quite some time. Guess I overdid it at work yesterday? That or I slept wrong. I even dreamed about having back pain. Sheesh.
I’m hoping the stiffness and soreness goes away after a little while. Sometimes it takes a half hour or more when I’ve got a bad day, so we’ll see. A little Tylenol might kick it in the nuts, too.
Some days the RA is under such good control that I forget I even have arthritis. I kinda get up, get going, and maybe have a twinge in my back here or there, maybe some aching in my fingers or something. So far today is nor a forgetting day, but then I only just woke up. It could easily get better once I’ve been up a while.
I guess that’s life. You have your problems and you deal with them, but sometimes they’re harder to deal with than others.
Well, I’m not gaining any weight. Unfortunately, I’m not losing any, either.
I’ll admit I haven’t been eating right all the time. Or exercising…much. But I *have* been trying. Baby steps, right?
Or not. I feel like I’m depriving myself yet again when I have a salad instead of a sandwich. The smoothies are satisfying, but a pain to make (especially since I have to make them when my husband is off the clock because the blender is so loud). So much easier to grab an ice cream sandwich out of the freezer instead.
I want to eat better. I really do. But I don’t. Not really. Does that make sense?
*Sigh* What I wouldn’t give for my 22-year-old self’s metabolism. That would be great. Too bad life happens. You get older, you aren’t able to eat the things you used to without consequences. When I was in my first year of college, I could take a box of Oreos, a tub of Cool Whip, and an hour or so just eating away. Fudge Rounds go well dipped in Cool Whip, too. And eating frosting straight out of the tub? Yep, I did that, too, with no weight gain. Ah, memories.
I don’t know what needs to change–inside my head or out–to get me to behave. Some major health crisis? I’ve already injured my knee six months ago after a two mile walk. That alone should have been enough to make me wise up and work out, but sadly it just got me more depressed that I couldn’t even walk to the grocery store and back without having a problem. Depression is not a great motivator.
I have a little more than two months until Phoenix Comicon to at least somewhat shape up. Can I do it? I’m doubting myself more each day, but maybe I can lose a few pounds. Maybe.
Writing for this new website is definitely different from writing for Talk Nerdy With Us. TNWU has a more family feel, with more relaxed rules for posting. The new site? Rules, rules, rules.
Which is not necessarily a bad thing. Naming sources is important, as is giving photo credit where credit is due. Grammar and punctuation are also important; you must present a professional face when creating a professional site.
I’ll admit that I haven’t read all of the posts on either site; I simply don’t have the time! (Both are very prolific sites.) However, in excerpts from TNWU I have noticed some grammatical errors that could easily have been avoided. Sure, there’s longer content and more original thought, but without the foundation of proper grammar some of the articles may turn out seeming unprofessional and more bloggy than the news posts on the new site.
Switching styles between sites can be jarring, but I can do it. I just need to remember to keep to all the rules of the new site.
Why is it so hard to grow up?
You have to work (even if you don’t have a job, you have to work at keeping house or watching the kids or finding a job). You have to wake up when you want to keep sleeping, you have to pay bills, you have to do all those grown-up things you didn’t consider when you were a kid.
Remember when you wanted to grow up? You thought it was all about driving and drinking (not at the same time, I hope), about being a teacher or pro football player or astronaut. You didn’t think about things like car payments, gas prices, hangovers, class assignments, grading papers, practice, injuries, rigorous physical testing, months in zero G with limited personal interactions … you just thought about the fun parts of being an adult.
Now you’re an adult, and it sucks. Even if you ended up with that dream job, you have to admit it: there are plenty of days when it sucks.
So what do you do? Is there any way to decrease the suckage of being an adult?
I could tell you to keep a positive outlook. I could tell you to look at all the good things and try not to focus on the bad things. I could … but I’m not going to.
At some point–usually at most points–adulting is going to suck. My advice? Deal with it. Sure, you’re going to moan and groan and bitch from time to time, but the bottom line is you need to suck it up and move on. Go to work even if you don’t feel like it. Get up when that alarm goes off. Clean the kitchen. Take that car in for its routine maintenance. Pay your taxes. You wanted to be an adult? Well, be an adult. It’s that simple…
…and it’s that hard.