I know more excuses. Anyone who reads this is probably tired of hearing them. Almost a much as I'm tired of making them. Not sure which of us is ahead on that scale yet. I haven't quite decided that yet. But that can come later. After all this post is certainly not about the weight of one's annoyance versus another. It is about the excuses.
Or what some people would call what I've been doing with my life.
So I very recently got a job which is good. It's very good. It should, hopefully, mean more money than I've been getting from unemployment which makes me very happy. My friend bought me a pretty new laptop too! I now no longer have the excuse of an evil keyboard. Instead, I have a very pretty laptop with Windows 8 that I adore. I also flew down to California last weekend for my grandparent's vow renewal which was really cool. But as you can imagine this has left me not only busy, but very poor as well.
Alright, poor doesn't really have anything to do with it. And even the busy isn't that much of an excuse. My job is only part-time after all. I'm just lazy and I'm good at making excuses. I am a very shameful soul and I apologize to all for that. But I am being forced into a situation where laziness and excuses can no longer be allowed.
So I suppose I should start there.
So my first year down here in Texas which would be 2011 for those of you who don't know, I won my very first NaNoWriMo. I was very proud of myself and after editing the novel, I used my five free copies from CreateSpace to print it. And then I kind of left it alone. I gave out a few of the copies but I've always held one back for my mother. I gave it to her this past Sunday while she was down in California for that same Vow Renewal.
I gave this book to my mother before Church. I'm still not sure if that was a mistake or not. I know I would have forgotten if I didn't, but at the same time, what followed was both good and bad. I should continue to explain otherwise I'll just speculate and no one will have any idea what I'm actually talking about.
The church that I went to while my family lived in Southern California so many years ago, is the one that my grandparents still attend. It's a smaller church now, but the people are good and remember me well. At the end of services, before everyone is dismissed, they do announcements. And those who have announcements can either tell someone before all of this or they can stand up (raise their hand maybe) to be called upon to give their announcement.
My dear, sweet mother raised her hand and when called upon by my grandfather who was giving the announcements, proceeded to tell everyone that I had something I would like to announce. I then stood up, having been backed into a corner and told everyone that within the last few years I had written a novel and had self-published it.
After service was dismissed, people started coming up to me and asking me random questions about it, how they could get it. It has now been decided that I shall be ordering copies and selling them to people. This is good, very exciting. I mean I love the story itself and this will force me to work on the stories that come after it. But at the same time, it's not how I thought things would turn out.
I guess that is the way that life is. It's not always going to be the way that we expect it to be. And thinking that it will be is rather silly actually. We can't assume that we know the way that life will turn out. And that is something that I am having to face. I think that is what is making me panic so much about all of it. I had this clear thought of things and my first novel to be known and wanted by people was certainly never a historical novel. I guess that is what I get for thinking.
I really need to stop doing that thinking stuff. It's clearly bad for me.
