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Rambles and more rambles

Wednesday at work I was told a customer needs a Help Desk manager for the next 3 - 4 weeks. It's in the area and would I want to go? That's not a whole lot of information to go on, is it? Yesterday afternoon just before I left work I was told it's at my old college! It would be nice to be in a different atmosphere for a bit but it kind of means dropping all of my current customers and employees for a few weeks. My father-in-law and one of my husband's aunts work right around the corner. Literally. I could walk over the hill to see them. It would also be nice to have a different drive to work each day and initially to see how the campus has changed.

After work yesterday I spoke with my mother (she's happy now), filled out some forms related to her estate (which made her happy), returned a phone call to one of my husband's aunts and chatted with my friend ~M~. We were supposed to have a potential customer visit/tour yesterday so I was dressed up. I was supposed to go to my husband's work but opted to change into pajamas and spend the evening at home instead. Later in the evening I spoke with my mother-in-law and I'm not going to a baby shower on Saturday for one of the cousins like I thought I would. I rarely talk on the phone at home so it was unusual for me to be on the phone so long last night.

After dinner we saw The Four Musketeers. I enjoyed it. I was getting tired towards the end so I didn't stay up to watch Survivor. That means no one at work can talk about it with me at lunch!

Wednesday night while I was home, I uncovered the mystery I had been wondering about. It seems on the NaNoWriMo forums that most of the people in my area know one another already. It's obvious from their signatures that quite a few have been involved in multiple years. It turns out that they have a Yahoo Group as well. It has a flurry of activity around November but then kind of tapers off during the summer. They're doing writing prompts, drabbles, critiques, etc. together and I found it a bit intimidating. When my ex-neighbor and I would talk about writing this is the type of thing that I wanted her and I to get involved with! Now I think, "What if I don't like these people?" or "What if they don't like me?"

While researching local writers and groups several months back, I found Nita Sweeney and Lucy Snyder. They are actively involved in the community. I used to be overwhelmed by the information out there on the internet and now it seems like the community is small and interconnected. Kind of like High School, you know? It seems so big when you're a freshman and then as soon as you get used to it it's not so big anymore. And that Junior you think is so cute is the older brother of the girl you hate in your class and you wonder how they could possibly be related because he seems so nice!

When I was at the post office the other day I took a gander at the prices. In the back of my head I'm thinking that if I get to be serious and start sending out submissions that I might want to start using one at some point. (I know, I know... I have to write first!) I look at contests to kind of jar things around a bit and get ideas but nothing's really been getting onto the paper lately. This is a good time of year because there are all kinds of Halloween/horror themed contests so you can really play with the themes and not get bored.

Tonight I'll go see Keane and the interview afterwards. There is a dinner too but I didn't have them save me a spot since I thought I'd be in Maryland for the party. I'll probably make a big pot of skyline chili or drown some french fries in BW-3 sauce. I don't know if it's the medication or just cravings but it's like I just can't get enough of french fries in BW-3 sauce lately. What's weird is that I haven't hadn't bought any bottles of it in a long time. I go through phases like that.

I have to go now as I'm usually walking out the door around this time and I still need to get dressed. *cheers for Friday Jeans Days*

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