Untitled #34: Movement

So, I may have been working on another blog, one that is more “professional” and less well, whatever this is. (Sorry.)  I will have a blog element to it.  I just won’t be so…freewheeling.  I registered it under my real name using my big girl email address.  The email address I registered this blog under was definitely the *ahem* fandom email.  You don’t need to know about it.

You don’t need to know about it.

It’s not up up and I’m not entirely sure if I can merge the two together – I don’t think so, but I need to do some more digging.  But before I do that, I need to write the two articles that are due this week.  Better than the seven articles I had due last week.  But I choose to do those and I was happy to take all those assignments.

This is not a complaint.  As Joe Friday would say, “Just the facts, ma’am.” And if I have to explain that reference to you, you are either not of this particular country or too young.

Speaking of freelance gigs, I’ve just been accepted to another online publication to do more freelancing. This excites me for two reasons:

  • More writing
  • More writing that’s paid

Oh, sure, it’s rather small but I get a byline and sometimes that’s just a wee bit more important.  Getting paid to do something that I love is *always* a bonus.

Okay, time to make the donuts.

Untitled #33

I am just not motivated to write a blog post.  It’s not that I’m not writing.  Honestly, I average about four articles/posts a month for Parachute and that pleases me greatly.  So, I have to ask myself, what’s the purpose of this particular blog?  Most of the time, these days, if you have a blog then you are trying to sell something.

I’m not selling anything.  Though, it seems that if I want to become a full-time freelancer then I need to sell my services.  God, doesn’t that sound dirty?  I have neither the inclination or the temperament to go forth and network.  Yes, I understand that networking nowadays isn’t all the bad, but then I would need to step out of my shell, wouldn’t I and talk to people.

I talk to people all day long in my job.  Most of the time it is various coworkers who I am talking to but sometimes, just sometimes I am talking to someone on the verge of taking that first step to changing their lives around.  And let me tell you that first step?  It’s a doozy.  We’re asking you to trust us with helping you change your life.  Not easy.

Oh, look.  I’ve gone off topic.


Anyway, I’m still here.  Lurking.

I thought…

…that I had y and z tucked away somewhere for the blogging a to z thingy.  I might still.  I just have to dig up an old midori insert.  


Untitled #32

Holy crap.

I make no excuses.

I *have* been writing…just not here, which makes me wonder should I keep this going? Do I want to?  Do I care?  It depends on the day.  I’ll aim for three times a week and we’ll see how that goes.

Hope y’all are well and that your summer is awesome.

Blogging A to Z: Xanthous

He stared, fixated on the flow of fabric as she moved about the apartment.  The slow setting of the sun set off the xanthous color of Katherine’s dress as she danced.  The fabric clung to her body as she chatted amiably at him.  He realized that she had stopped talking when he finally looked up at her.

She stood in front of him, hands on her hips with a small smirk on her face.  “Mesmerized, as we?” she asked.

He nodded.

“I guess you like the dress,” she asked as Katherine spun.

Alex smiled, standing up to twirl her again.

Blogging A to Z: Weight

The weight of the world instantly lifted from their shoulders when they saw each other.  And as they ran to each other crying, another dark cloud came up.  They moved to the side and away from the crowd.

“I thought,” one started.

“You didn’t,” the other said.

“It doesn’t matter.  None of it matters right now.  You’re here and safe.  That’s all.”  He nodded resting his forehead against her’s.

“We need to leave,” he finally said, breathing in her subtle perfume.  Leaning against her, they walked away from the disaster.  “I’m sorry about your dress.”

“No, it doesn’t really matter.”

Blogging A to Z: Vacuous

Her smile was vacuous as she search the crowd for Alex.  The flow of people suddenly and worryingly came to a halt as the air around her suddenly buzzed with an emotion she couldn’t name.

A belch of think black smoke came racing up from the tunnel covering her and anyone else around.  She coughed, gasping for breath.  People covered in soot and dust came pouring out, breathing air that wasn’t heavy; the white of their eyes and teeth stood out starkly. Stumbling out behind them came Alex eyes wild, scanning the crowd for her.

They reached for each other.

Blogging A to Z: Unclear

Was I too unclear?  Did I not get my meaning across well?  Perhaps, I should have just said my piece face to face and not on email.  What do I do?  Do I just call her and explain?  Or just say it and be done?  God, I suppose this is why I have never dated.  I’m much too much of a mess.

Oh, my god.  I should go or else I’m going to be late.  Great.  Just what I need.  An extension to al this mess.

Now, what?  What’s the hold up now?  What’s going on?  Why are people screaming?

Blogging A to Z: Tone

You can’t really discern anything from an email, especially not tone or intent, Katherine thought to herself.  I mean, any number of things can happen and it’s not like talking face to face.

But as much as Katherine told herself this, the more the email worried her.  There was nothing she could do until it was time to go see him and until then, she was on pins and needles.

She slowly gathered her stuff together to go and meet him.  But she could not shake the deep feeling of despair that had settled in her stomach.  Quietly, she walked.