Sunday, January 26, 2014

Distracted and unfocused

For the past two weeks I allowed everyday life to run off with my attention span. Very cowardly of me I know. When life intervenes I have this bad habit of putting my writing, or in this case editing on the back burner so that I could do things that are considered more important. Like What?

Well, my brother asked me to help him out at work, which I was more than happy to do. It is always fun working with him and learning something new. I will be helping my brother out for the next few weeks which should be great.

My mom got upset with me because I am still unemployed and asked me to search for new jobs more actively, instead of just sitting in front of the computer doing nothing. Unfortunately, the job market is terrible at the moment and I have been applying for several jobs, I just don't hear anything back. My mom is still mad at me for quitting my last job. The fact that I was unhappy and treated poorly was not a factor to her. My mom says that being treated poorly is part of life and I guess that is true, but I am not the kind of person to put up with it. Yes, I guess that makes me a dreamer.

I also joined a few months ago to give freelance writing another go and it didn't go well. You get rated on the amount of sales you make and the feedback received from clients and the one sale I did make, the client didn't want to give me feedback for. So after two months and only one sale, I closed my account.

I had worked on a short story about my last crappy job and actually thought it was good and sent it in to a local magazine who was looking for entertaining stories and not at all surprising, it got rejected. Why did I do it? Because I wanted to get my mother off my back and prove to her that my writing is worth pursuing and the fact that they were offering a large cash amount, considering that I am broke, was a good incentive too, I won't lie. Now I am wondering what I was thinking.

I got mad at my neighbors because of their awful children who ring our doorbell and run away. That process goes on for hours per day spread over a few days, but after a while I take out the doorbell batteries and of course the parents don't want to hear anything about their kids. If that is not bad enough, one kid in particular has this tendency to run in front of cars for fun. I nearly ran him over once and on another occasion my sister also nearly hit him with the car. His parents don't see what the problem is, as he's just a child having fun. He's eight by the way and jumps in front of your car without warning. And the thing that really ticks me off is the fact that the neighborhood kids (sociopaths between 5-12 years old) have taken up the task of terrorizing our dogs by either throwing stones at them, or teasing them by kicking a rugby ball against the gate repeatedly when the dogs are outside, sometimes even connecting one of my dogs in the face. Once again the kids parents don't find anything wrong with that. Of course this all results in me getting upset and promising myself that I will never have kids. I know there are great kids out there, unfortunately, I don't have any of them in my neighborhood.

That brings us back to present time. So...because I have been so distracted I haven't edited or written anything new. I have been reading and commenting on your blogs and admiring your inspiration. Best of luck for next week!

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