Haven’t written much of anything of late; I’ve been busting tail to get other things done. Most notably, a new job. I need some 74 XL ink cartriges for my printer, and still haven’t found a way to handle it. I dunno what I’m going to do. (Oh. Ebay says I can buy two remanufactured 74XL cartriges at 20 bucks. I might jump on that.)
Dad checked the site out, and when I asked him what he thought of the video blogging, he said, “It looks good. You sound like you’re trying to be academic.” I nodded and said, “Yes. I am. Did you read any of my other entries?” He didn’t. My parents are a bit out of touch with what I’m doing right now, which is kind of frustrating and a little disheartening. I want them to approve of what I’m doing, and I want to communicate what I’m learning. Unfortunately, it doesn’t work that way all the time. Some people just don’t understand.
I used to think it was a generational thing… Dad’s father didn’t understand dad, then accordingly, dad doesn’t understand me. But it’s more than that. Why, you might ask? Because I believe it’s a focus thing. Grandfather spent his life farming. That’s what he knows. Farming, and weather, and seasons, and all of that. Dad spent his life working as an engineer. That’s what he knows. Flow charts. Output ratios. Overspilling form data of numbers for each quarter. He used to love science fiction (still dabbles), used to love the technical side of everything. Now, not so much. The movie The Weatherman comes to mind when I write this. Dad likes to camp, but he doesn’t. He likes photography, but he doesn’t. One by one, all those things dropped by the wayside. Why? Stagnation? Depression? A combination thereof?
This confuses me. I am confused. I hope I don’t get to be that way. “The measure of true literacy in the twenty-first century will be the ability to reinvent one’s self.”
The business cards I thought I was spending an arm and a leg on are actually cheaper to buy than the FedEx Kinkos prices. Kinda funny. Now, I’m debating on purchasing letterhead from there.
I hope I get a job soon. I really need the supplemental income.
I’m loving the thought of re-igniting my old writing flame; the Chosen story that is. I believe they’d fit in perfectly with the Worldtree scenario, and it’d be a great introduction to the world at large. How better to pull the reader in than through the eyes of high school kids looking to make a difference in the world? I mean, we were all there at some point or another. Right? Or was it just me?
So… John, Marcus, Delphi, Renie, and Tym will all be joining the cast of Worldtree, and although it’ll take some serious retconning (even if it’s not canon… I have to redo the Mindgames book), I’ll be removing the seemingly omniscient Orbs of the fourth dimension and placing aspects of the school in their place. Ajax will still be present. And the machines will still be present.
I’m kinda excited. At the same time, I really, really don’t have time to be writing on this. Right now or in the near future. I have to get my job off the ground, continue working at Dick’s, take school classes, and pray to God I can get something published. You know. Like a book.
Acorn King OR i, pawn dreamer, stare.
Whatev. Anyway. Off to find family and turkey.
Holiday season is coming soon; I’m not at all excited. Why? Work. Heh. Working retail has been the most rewarding and inventive time of my life so far. It’s been intense and frightening, and I’ve learned a ridiculous amount about how to discuss product with people, and how to discuss people. With people.
It’s been fun. Really. I’m just tired of the below-normal pay for above-normal work, and the special training I’m getting will amount to nothing. I’ll be a Certified Fitness Trainer, and for what? Peanuts, still. I believe I’m worth more than that. So, in keeping with the times, I’m going to step out of being a retail associate.
As soon as I can find another job. Heh.
Working title is i, pawn dreamer, stare, but I call it Project One because that was what it was back when I sent the first chapter to Marty. It was to be a collaboration nearly three years ago. And nothing happened, so I dove into it as I am wont to do. Anywho.
I’ve decided that it would be most beneficial if I rewrote it. Most of it. And not in the way that I remove what I wrote before, but wrote over it. Another layer. Perhaps, a more masculine layer. Or, a more tactical, logical layer. I’m giving this serious consideration, given the fact that I’m nearly finished with it and still feel it is quite unfinished.
Beyond the current project, I believe I will go on a writing haitus until A) Acorn King gets published, B) Project One gets published, C) Anything/all of the above gets published, D) I get my writing business off the ground, or E) I graduate. Or any combination of the above. I want to be published. I want my name out there. I’m slowly working toward it, and I think I’ll have a solid foundation by Christmas, but I’m not yet ready to drop things and pick things up.
Besides, I don’t know if I want to be ready for a Worldtree/Deserted island with brother book idea. More to come.