Episode #104: Yeah, I'm Still Alive And Well And Living In The Suburbia Of My Mind

Woah, doggie! Can't believe it's been almost a month since I last posted anything of note on the blog. Sad to see this blog turn into almost an afterthought these days, but this year has been such a bust that sometimes it's been completely unavoidable, especially since July, when I had to relocate to the dining room in order to do my own thang.

But, all inconveniences must come to end, and this one has come to an end. By Monday, December 20th, I will be safely re-relocated back to the den, so that start doing certain things again {writing and goofing on the computer} w/o the prying eyes of the family.

Yup. As much as it pains me, while the family did appreciate being able to see me more than normal for the past six months, the overall distractions simply became too much to bear. Some of the more annoying ones included:

1} Having to listen to music in order to properly write w/o distraction. Yeah, a few...hundred...hours of listening to all kinds of instrumentals save contemporary Christian (nothing wrong with that, it just didn't pop as a suggestion by YT) and currently listening to stations like Metal Detector, Thistle Radio and Sonic Universe (eclectic jazz et al), has me deeply yearning for the blissful silence of my furnace and water heater.

2} Being able to write w/o someone looking over my shoulder. This is a no-brainer. My current writing project has themes that while I have absolutely no qualms in expound upon, having people look at what I'm writing or even worse, writing it with people around is now becoming a major headache. I'm always feeling like I have to censor myself while I'm writing, which is usually not a good thing when I'm working on a story.

3} Also in conjunction with the previous point, I need to write an outline/synopsis on where I want to go with the chapter I'm currently re-writing. In general I'm tidying up the story so as it makes more sense, but specifically I'm changing the entire tone/tenor of the story, so I really need to stay the course with my consistency. Which means I have to vegetate in a chair while staring at what I got written so far on the computer and what was previously written and try to come up with coherency, which is something that I can't do surrounded by people and the like.

4} I just need my quiet time back. Prior to the water pipes imploding, my den was my quiet space, in that I could escape from everyone and every annoying distraction. In fact, prior to the water pipes imploding, I was making plans on consolidating all of my c.d.'s by moving them down to the basement. And all of the other little projects to keep myself occupied. But yeah, I really do need my quiet time back.

So basically this is what I'd done this past weekend, relocating the major day-to-day parts of my entire life from the dining room back down to the den. In the coming months, the minor stuff left in the basement will have to be relocated back into the den, which will be interesting. Kind of lick when you go grocery shopping, the cart doesn't look like a lot when putting stuff in, but somehow grows exponentially after you unpack then repack everything into the necessary recyclable bags.

Should loads of fun. Hopefully when the new year rolls around, I'll be able to get back into a blogging groove again. Until then, have a very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

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