Another day, another blog post. If you're sick of me, imagine how I feel.
I went out and did my run a bit early tonight, because Marshal Latham and I are recording in five minutes. As I started going, I neared the big overlook on the hill where I live, where I've often taken sunset pictures and watched fireworks, and for months now, have started the westward portion of my run.* And as I saw the city lights laid out before me and the remnants of the sunset above the lake (dang, I didn't blog on Sunday about going to the lake. Shoot. Remind me to do so), this idea jumped into my head, "One day, you're going to really miss this."
It's not a unique thought for me. I usually have it once or twice a day, most often when I hear an Ed Sheeran song or something that reminds me that I'm at the end of an emotional rollercoaster ride and it will promptly be time to take off my shoulder harness and exit the vehicle. But yeah, I am aware that, as soon as all this is over, and I completely lapse into apathy (instead of only partially, where I find myself now), I'll look back with a combination of wistfulness and embarrassment.
Hopefully not shame and regret that I ever thought I could change myself and my outlook on life, but yeah, probably that.
Sit-ups Today: 250
Sit-ups In August: 905
I mentioned recently how my uncle likes to brag about how many push-ups he can do in a row. I suppose I'm sort of doing that too. Didn't mean to. But I won't stop.
I created a little mock-up for my story "Three-Time Visitor," which I've vowed to put out there every month since, what, April? It doesn't look bad, but it's not my picture, just one I found after slogging through the hundreds of porn pictures that came up when I searched "sexy ghost" and "ghost woman."
This was a pic I found that I absolutely loved, but it's a) too small and b) not my own picture:
But you get the idea, right?
This was my mock-up:
I sent it to Gino, who could make it shine, but I am tempted to just put it out there like that, and I dunno, ask my niece if she'll stand against a window at night and see if we could get a cool ghost silhouette that way.
Why is "silhouette" such a hard word to spell?
Well, this may be it, kids. I know I say it every other day, but I just sat back, blinked, and it was 1:19am. Not super late for me, but if I'm falling asleep, I'm falling asleep. You understand.
Not understanding would be the magic spreadsheet, or the me of the future, who thinks I should get up, splash some water on my face, and put a rutabaga where the sun don't shine. That might get a few words from me (only have 73 words so far for the day).
I got up, did a few more sit-ups (I'm still shocked that exercise is somehow easier than creative writing) and forced myself to write a bit more of the break-up scene and then the days after that. I wrote until two, forcing it the whole time, and then told myself I had done enough for tonight. Of course, my word count may disagree, but I'm ignoring that for today.
Words Today: 566
Words In August: 3723
*I also saw a ghost there a couple of weeks back, and saw it again tonight. It was definitely a ghost this time, and not just the young woman that lives on the new house at the end of the block (which is the lady that disappeared around the corner, and I saw her a few days later coming out of the house), which is weird because I don't believe in ghosts, any more than I believe in UFOS. And I've seen both.
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