I don't think I'll be posting much in the next month due to all my writing energy being taken up by National Novel Writing Month!! The idea behind NaNoWriMo is that you write as much as you possibly can of a "novel" (loosely defined) during the month of November, avoiding editing at all costs, thereby letting your creativity flow forth onto the page in the form of "laughably bad prose" with the knowledge that in that mess there will be gems of literary genius. It's been going for nine years, I believe, and it starts at 12:00am (local time of wherever you are) on 1 November (tonight). The goal is to write upwards of 50,000 words by 11:59pm, 30 November. Are you up for it? What have you got to lose?
It's going to take a team effort, so if anybody else is doing it, we've got to encourage each other! This is going to be a hard month on the brain...
In other news, my job is going well. Training is slow, but necessarily so because there's a lot of information to take in. I also now have an apartment - at least for the next month. After that, I have the option to stay until June. Things are coming together, and yet, I still feel a restlessness - some kind of uneasiness at the whole situation...
Why? Is this just post-college funk? Am I alone in this feeling? I don't get it. Why am I suddenly so jittery? My world hasn't changed dramatically. I mean, I still sleep, breathe, eat, etc. True, I'm in a different city, with different people and things around me, but I've experienced that before and I don't think it's ever fazed me this much. Something's weird in my life and I don't know what.
It just dawned on me that I haven't done this in a long time. It's really hard to write this stuff...
Something's gotta give. Maybe NaNoWriMo will help...
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
First "Day" at Work
It's funny how life works out.
I started college four years ago thinking that I'd know what I wanted to do with my life after I had graduated with a BA. I graduated about five months ago, and I'm still not sure. I wonder sometimes if I'd decide against majoring in history, had I the chance to go back - but I don't think I would. It sucks not knowing where to go from here, but you know what they say: "It's not the destination that's important, it's how you get there that really matters." I don't really know who "they" are...
Every blog has a purpose, drive, mission, a raison d'être, but I don't yet know where this one's going, so we'll leave that part to your imagination...
I got "home" to the couch I'm borrowing tonight about an hour ago - just after midnight. Now, a young man like me who enjoys the brew, you'd think I was out enjoying the night life in such a fascinating city as San Francisco. Nope. I just got home from my first "day" of work. My shift technically started at 3:00pm and ended at 11:30pm. I was not particularly excited about this shift at first, but now I feel like it opens up a lot of opportunities for me. One, for instance, is this blog.
I was riding the bus through the deserted streets of the city and I noticed how quiet it felt. It was amazingly loud inside the bus, with the electric motor buzzing and oscillating like an air-raid siren, but it felt still outside. One man, the lone pedestrian for blocks, wearing a jumpsuit and wielding a pressure-washer, quietly cleaned his piece of sidewalk. Again, quiet apart from the noise.
We passed a team repairing the wires that the buses run on. The infrastructure really stands out at night. A food service tractor-trailer parked in the middle of the street, all five axles quite still as the hazard lights blink out an unceasing yellow strobe. And so the work continues in order to support the waking world. Somebody's got to do it...
In addition to being at work until stupid hours, I also now have the distinct pleasure of being a cubicle captive. Fortunately, I still have the daylight to do worthwhile things. Now that I have a job and freedom to do what I want in the day, all I have to do is figure out how to stay fully functional for 16 hours a day AND be a pleasant human being...
Goodnight.
I started college four years ago thinking that I'd know what I wanted to do with my life after I had graduated with a BA. I graduated about five months ago, and I'm still not sure. I wonder sometimes if I'd decide against majoring in history, had I the chance to go back - but I don't think I would. It sucks not knowing where to go from here, but you know what they say: "It's not the destination that's important, it's how you get there that really matters." I don't really know who "they" are...
Every blog has a purpose, drive, mission, a raison d'être, but I don't yet know where this one's going, so we'll leave that part to your imagination...
I got "home" to the couch I'm borrowing tonight about an hour ago - just after midnight. Now, a young man like me who enjoys the brew, you'd think I was out enjoying the night life in such a fascinating city as San Francisco. Nope. I just got home from my first "day" of work. My shift technically started at 3:00pm and ended at 11:30pm. I was not particularly excited about this shift at first, but now I feel like it opens up a lot of opportunities for me. One, for instance, is this blog.
I was riding the bus through the deserted streets of the city and I noticed how quiet it felt. It was amazingly loud inside the bus, with the electric motor buzzing and oscillating like an air-raid siren, but it felt still outside. One man, the lone pedestrian for blocks, wearing a jumpsuit and wielding a pressure-washer, quietly cleaned his piece of sidewalk. Again, quiet apart from the noise.
We passed a team repairing the wires that the buses run on. The infrastructure really stands out at night. A food service tractor-trailer parked in the middle of the street, all five axles quite still as the hazard lights blink out an unceasing yellow strobe. And so the work continues in order to support the waking world. Somebody's got to do it...
In addition to being at work until stupid hours, I also now have the distinct pleasure of being a cubicle captive. Fortunately, I still have the daylight to do worthwhile things. Now that I have a job and freedom to do what I want in the day, all I have to do is figure out how to stay fully functional for 16 hours a day AND be a pleasant human being...
Goodnight.
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