I read the Stephen King book about writing. If I hadn't started it so late in the day, I would have read the entire thing in less than 24 hours. It was recommended to me by a few people. I'm glad I read it.
One of the main factors in becoming a writer is time. You need time to write. Both Anne Lamott and Augusten Burroughs suggest writing on a regular basis. So did my creative writing workshop leader. Stephen King suggests 4 to 6 hours each day of combined reading and writing. It's difficult to work that much in with a full time job doing something else. I suppose that's why I (and others) like to hear about those people who write their stories in the wee hours of the night/morning or while waiting for a child's morning sports practice to end. They give us hope.
Earlier this week I was chatting with an employee and he told me some of his crazy stories. He nearly repeated the one about the apartment break-in. He escaped and found a police officer at the gas station down the street. The police officer wouldn't help because he was off duty. He did use his radio to call it in. A car responded quickly and arrive on the scene to find the burglar still trying to break in. They took him away but never contacted the employee about pressing charges, or a court date or anything.
Another time he was living with a girlfriend named Carla. He would come home late after spending the evening with his friends. She wouldn't be there and would come home the next day. She would tell him that she stayed overnight at John's (or another male name) because she had too much to drink. She also went to a Twin Peaks festival one year and showed him the pictures. It wasn't until after they broke up that he found out she slept with a guy that was in nearly every picture with her. Just before they broke up, Carla asked him, "I know we're about to break up, but can I have your child?" He always thought she was crazy but the man that dated her before (and after) they were together said that she really was crazy. She kept a glass of chilled Draino in the refrigerator just in case she needed to drink it.
He told me about the time he worked at Katzinger's Deli and his roommate went weird on him. The roommate was a goth punk kid and not longer after they started living together, the guy started showing up to work in his clothes. Gone was the goth punk look and in was the nerdy shirt with skater shoes. The people at work asked what was the deal and my employee didn't know. The roommate was over 6 feet tall and wore size 13 shoes. My employee was wearing a size 9.5 at the time and the roommate would cram his feet into the 9.5 shoes. How could the guy walk at all? He ended up asking the kid to move out because it got to be so weird.
He has some other strange work stories like the time at Katzinger's someone threatened him with a butcher knife while making a sandwich and then was found in the backroom curled in the fetal position and crying. I told him he should write these things down and call the book Trials at Work. Some law student might pick it up thinking it's going to be about how trials are supposed to work. hehe
Valentine's Day was fun. We were supposed to go see Summertime but we took a nap and made it to RJ Snappers in time for our 9:15pm dinner reservations. I've been wanting to go there for years and it was worth it to go there at least once.
When I was younger, I used to think I'd be married many times in my life. I would get bored with the relationship or they just weren't as into me as I was into them. That all changed when my husband and I got on the same path and everything worked out for us. My parents have given me unconditional love and I've been their golden child. My eldest brother was the screw-up who they couldn't quite understand and who couldn't see their point of view. My other brother was the one they worried about; he was very sensitive. When my mom tries to think about what went wrong with him, I think she wants to believe that he had some form of mental illness that was undiagnosed. It's certainly possible but I don't know. I've never seen the files from his counseling sessions. As much as my parents doted on me and told me I could do anything I wanted, I always felt like there was something wrong with me.
I haven't felt like that in years. My husband's love for me is unconditional.
I had the day to myself as he had a work event from 1pm to about 11pm that he needed to be involved with. I gave in to a craving and went to BW-3 for lunch. It was perfect. Saucy wings, pillowy buffalo chips, and puckery medium sauce washed down with sweet Coke. I went to the library by the park. I had gone there on Monday to pick up Angel and couldn't find it on the shelf. The librarian couldn't find it either. I had a card that said it was behind the circulation desk. Imagine my surprise when I found two copies! I could not find a copy of Take Joy: A Book for Writers though. Then I drove to the pet store and got dog food for the baby with four legs and the big bark. I drove to the library around the corner and browsed their DVD section. I found a Bruce Campbell movie I'd never heard of before. It's called The Ice Rink. EverQuest was not so great... I couldn't find a group for one of my younger characters and while I did find out how to get a task so I could start the Dragon's of Norrath missions, I think the task is going to be tough. I need to get seven mottled goblin meats. My Shaman and her wolf took on the first creature in the lair by ourselves but it was a very close fight. I will need more people to assist and there just isn't anyone to really help. I helped with four epic fights and then decided to experience hunt so I could keep my level. (One more death and even with a 96% rez I'll lose it.) I was invited to one group just as I said I'd go to another. The organizer couldn't get the people together or the camp was taken (I'm not sure which) and when I spoke to the group that invited me, they'd already filled in the spot. I left early (for a Saturday) and have been surfing the internet and reading since then.
I wanted to write about libraries but I think that will have to wait for another day.