This Thing I Do

Every once in a while I get a thought in my head and I decide I want to do something. I want to join a gym, take a class, have a girlfriend day, whatever.... and I like the idea of doing it, so I commit to doing it.

Then the day arrives and I have 23 reason why not doing it is a better idea.

Why why why. I am generally very good at self analysis - but this one has me stumped. Ok, it doesn't have me stumped I just don't want to admit the truth. If I were seeing someone else do the same thing I'd say, 'well sure, she wants to be ambitious but really she's just lazy'. So that's my problem I guess. Laziness.

Sounds much better if I call it 'Fear of Success' or something much more un-lazy sounding.

Whatever. I'm just going to get ready and go to the Digital Photography Seminar I went and signed myself up for and be done with it.

Funny Exes

Over at Chez Miscarriage there was a v. funny little post about her ex boyfriend.

This led me to thinking about my exes. There have not been many - which you would think would be a good thing, right? Well, there were plenty of guys that I had a crush on, or went on one date with - but I was the one-date-queen I think. Either that or there's some big cosmic joke on me that every one-date guy was just humouring this emotional extroverted feeler with stalking tendancies.

Anyways, it has happened in the past that I've non-chalantly said "yeah, it's like this guy I dated..." and I pause because suddenly I realize that one date does not equal 'dated' any more than kissed means 'was begged for my hand in marriage'... and during that pause I feel like a huge honking liar and it causes me to lose my train of thought.

Anyways, I have no funny ex stories to share. Other than my ex-husband got his Journeyman Electrician's ticket this past week. I had a mixed reaction. Outwardly I said "that's great!" and was partly happy for him. Inside I thought "great, now you can buy more crack".

BOOKS

I have a book addiction.

(I want to say 'what crack is to my ex, books are to me', but that's just mean.)

I love my books - they make me feel warm and fuzzy. I just bought a great one: Stein on Writing. The caption says "A master editor of some of the most successful writers of our centruy shares his craft techniques and strategies." What I really like is that it brings together non fiction and fiction and shows techniques for both.

I try read one fiction and one non fiction book because I write non fiction and I want to write fiction. So I study and research.

Recently I finished The Solace Of Leaving Early by Haven Kimmel and although I sometimes got a little railroaded by the religious text references, I adored her writing. I loved her characters which were thoroughly explained through showing and rarely telling. I'd highly recommend it.

I wanted to start another fiction book right away, actually, but I'm very impatiently awaiting my pre-purchased copy of gods in Alabama by the wonderful Joshilyn Jackson. Because if there is one thing I hate it's feeling bad for the book I'm putting down so that I can read a better one. I am also waiting for a Shirley Jump book to arrive and I don't want them competing for my brain space. It's limited you know.

OH! I could go to the library RIGHT NOW and get some books on tape for my road trip! (From April 13 - 16th I'll be driving from Chicago back to Calgary and while I hear the Dakotas are beautiful, I know that Saskatchewan is NOT.)

By the way. In the last week, I've given my blog addy to my boyfriend and my father. For some reason this makes me feel like I should blog more. Whatever. Works for me.