Jinked

Today is one of those days.

I feel drained in terms of writing. I typed up two rough drafts today, about 4,000 words worth of prose, and I am just looking at them, asking myself, “Where the heck do I go from here?” I should know this answer because I’ve been doing it for the past few weeks: just go back to it tomorrow and you will see things you had not seen before. You will be primed for editing. You will have notes, both new and old, and you will go back and draw lines and connect dots and make everything a little more cohesive.

It’s what you were born to do.

Yeah. I hope. I don’t know why I feel so down on myself today. I think I’ll work on something else for awhile. Maybe get back to that short story I had started, oh… at the beginning of this fricken journey. Yes, I’m still sore about abandoning it. There are days where I would love to kick my ass if I could. Will and Christine need their story told too.

Why am I so fixated on couples? I need to break that.

I designed myself a business card this morning. At least I was creative and somewhat more successful in that regard. It’s not writing, but it’s still important, especially if I need to look for a job in a few months. I want cards to take with me to the next tweetup in South Bend, because I am vowing to network like crazy.

I’m still looking for a place to print them, and the search isn’t going very well. I wanted to go local, but I’m in that horrible situation of either paying out the nose to support local business or crawl to a corporate giant to save $30 bucks. What to do? Things definitely got harder now that I’m on a budget.

I need to take some more notes. Is my life only interesting in hindsight?