A pretty useless post for the sake of posting, I’m afraid.
I think I’m at one of those stages in my life that could be considered “difficult”. Not in the emotional sense like most people, though. I mean difficult as in playing Doom on “Nightmare” skill level or trying to solve a jigsaw puzzle with a piece count greater than that of the total population of Wyoming. That kind of difficult.
This month, I’ve had the rather delightful (Oh, hey, sarcasm!) news that I could be made redundant later in the year, so I should really be getting off my arse and preparing for that likelihood. Which, to a degree, I have. I’ve cancelled most of my subscriptions, including the two I had going for City of Heroes. Truth be told, I hadn’t logged into that game since last year’s NaNoWriMo kicked off, so that should have happened sooner. I’ve also gotten around to selling my old iPhone 3GS, but that was more down to the fact that I just had no use for it after I upgraded and I’d been hoping to put the money from it toward the Collector’s Edition of Guild Wars 2. I still intend on doing that. I will nip whatever needs nipping in the bud, but not that.
Yet at the same time I feel like I could do more, but I can’t think what. This might have to do with the fact that I really am a disorganised bastard at the best of times where my personal life is concerned, on top of being a serial procrastinator of late, else I’d have likely gotten a novel finished by now instead of hampering myself with the stream of ideas that have me pondering whether to shelf Sophia Dawn for the time being. That, I might add, didn’t get too far either. I’ve rewritten a couple of chapters of Sunrise, then I knocked out a couple of short stories, then nothing. Instead of pressing on I’m questioning in my head as to why every fantasy world depicted seems to stick to medieval sword-and-sorcery or pondering the merits of using Twitter to tell a fictional story in a similar approach to what users have employed with historical events such as WWII and the Titanic.
I can almost the kids born post-1997 screaming “Dude, the Titanic was real!?”
Other distractions have come into play. I’ve been spontaneously looking into tumblr today. Why the hell am I looking at tumblr? What could it possibly offer me? What hole could it hope to fill that Facebook, Twitter and WordPress already haven’t? I have no idea, yet somehow I want to find out and I don’t know if that’s good or very bad. I have no intention of leaving WordPress, though. Ultimately, though, I’ll have likely wasted time better spent getting my crap together.
And, of course, I’ve wasted time bashing out this ramblefest of a post, haven’t I? So I’ll just stop right now.