So now I'm going to write. I worked in retail for 20 years-stressed me out big time! Turns out, I'm pretty disorganized and really bad with deadlines, who knew? I've also got 10 plus years in the food industry, which for now part time actually suits me well. It's like a new acting gig every night and the pay depends on how good you are. That usually works for me. Again it's the whole schedule thing. I have to be in at 5, which is actually not a bad thing since I hate mornings-but it's also right about the time my creative juices start flowing. I walked around my house today, did some silly dancing, pretty much acting like my normal crazy self, and hung out with Connor for awhile. Took a little nap. Average Monday stuff for me, because Mondays are my Sundays. I went to the bank in yoga pants, with my Hot Mess Mafia shirt on with a long cardigan on over it. And cowboy boots. I'm pretty sure I did look like a hot mess, but I can just chalk it up to being an eccentric author now right? Anyway....we are going on vacation next week. Florida. I'm doing the whole "I'm a famous author doing location research" thing. The hubs doesn't have a clue. He just needs a vacation after covering his boss's maternity leave. I'm going to swim, workout in the fitness center every morning, enjoy my free breakfast and probably do a fair amount of drinking. You know, try not to overthink or overplan the whole thing...just let each day happen. Or try anyway...we all know I'm not very good at not having every little tiny detail figured out.
Rambling.....this is turning out to just be a brain dump kind of blog post. That's okay. Not every post is going to be gold. I'm sure some of them will suck. Not really. I probably won't post those. Being a stickler for perfection. I'm getting a little better at not being so hard on myself. I've got a good heart. I learned this week that music helps me write. Well I've always known. But certain songs or artists help me get into certain parts of my life. Between Pandora and SiriusXM, I can pretty much put my mind in whatever year I'm trying to write about. I never realized that certain songs can bring me right there, that year, how I felt, what I wore....that just a simple song can pull so many detailed memories out of my brain. I remember buying my first stereo. It was plastic. I loved it. My parents bought me the GREASE soundtrack. Yea, I know every song by heart. Yes I stood in front of my bedroom mirror with a hairbrush. Yes I wanted to be a famous singer too. I guess I pretty much wanted to be anything except what I was. As it turns out, what I am is actually pretty amazing. Nuttier than a Christmas fruitcake, but amazing. There is not a lot I can't do. Double edged sword
though, super smart is good when it comes to learning things but super sucks when your mind is NEVER QUIET. My mind goes so fast I lose my train of thought WHILE I'M TALKING. Does everyone think about what they say before they say it? I've done that for a long time. Less now, fuck it, again I'm going to stick with the whole I'm insane I can say whatever I want thing...
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