Weekend Goals (Soccer and Otherwise)

So this weekend . . . yeah. It sort of got away from me. Not one, but two, soccer games (in order to make up a game from the two weeks we had nothing but all rain all the time) and a stomach bug, plus a crate of work that I brought home from the office in order to try to keep my head a float. Good times.

In better news, my daughter’s team won both of their games (yay!) and my stepson is feeling much better now. And I made progress on the work stuff. But it was one of those weekends where I feel as though I barely had a chance to breathe before it was over. It makes Monday seem to come so much sooner, and to be honest, most of the time when that happens, I just want to stamp my foot on the ground and refuse to be an adult for a while. This doesn’t really do anything, except amuse my husband.B-yxo0sWsAELUSSOne of the ways I try to make myself feel better is by either examining goals I have already set to see my progress, or to start setting new ones. Let’s start with the first. I had originally said I wanted to read 75 books this year, and then upped that goal to 100. I have now made peace with the fact that 100 is just not going to happen, due to depression and the accompanying reading slumps that go with it. 75 is still technically possible (I’m at 62 so far), so I’m going with that. I’m doing so by working on reading nothing but the series that I am trying to finish (goal #2). I had originally made a list of 33 series I had started in previous years and wanted to try and complete at least a third of those. I have completed six so far, which isn’t too bad, plus I actually own the books to complete four or five more (I don’t remember about one of them). That’s doable, right?

The other thing I am trying very hard to get motivated to do is to get back to working on my writing. It’s almost NaNoWriMo again and although I actually won last year, I never touched that project again since NaNo 2014 ended. It’s nowhere near done (especially since I don’t really have an antagonist – that’s a problem), so in the spirit of NaNo, I want to get back to working on it. Not to write another 50,000 words – I don’t think it needs that many more. Maybe more like 25,000 more words. Mostly what it needs is a lot of cleaning up, a lot of structure, and as I said, an actual bad guy.

Not that there isn’t conflict. There is. There are several characters who are clearly not good people. But I need an ultimate big bad, something to unite the characters to fight against. They’re all sort of fighting against each other, which is a bit sloppy. Oh well. At least I recognize the problem. We’ll see if I can actually figure out how to fix it.

Someday, I might actually go back to the original story I started working on when I first got serious about this writing thing. And maybe someday, I will also pick back up on Heritage, that little choose-your-adventure story I was writing on the blog a while back. It was silly, but I think it had some promise. Who knows. Mostly I just want  to get some direction back into my life, and getting this blog back on track is the first step towards THAT particular goal. We’ll see how it goes.

Hope y’all have a good week!

Balancing life . . .

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately, which is never a good idea for me – I over analyze things with the best of them. My life seems to be divided into two distinct categories: the things I want to do and the things I have to do. Unfortunately, these things don’t often coincide.

Things I Want To Do (and Enjoy)

  • Write – I’ve been doing a fair amount of this recently, but it’s hard. When I get really tired, writing is the last thing I feel motivated to do.
  • Blog – I’ve been doing better at this, especially this week. My goal is to try and work up to blogging five times per week on a regular basis. We’ll see how that goes.
  • Music – Now that the Symphony Chorale has resumed for the Fall, I get to sing again. It’s only on Monday nights, but it’s the highlight of my week.

Things I Have To Do (and Endure)

  • The J.O.B. – I know that I’m very lucky to even have a job, but it’s hard to not complain about it from time to time. At best, my day-to-day is tedious. At worst, it is overwhelming and gives me headaches.
  • Housework – Goes without saying. Has to be done and, especially with two kids in the house, is never ending.
  • Cooking – This probably goes with housework a bit, but I really hate to cook. I’m really bad at it, which makes it even worse. I am lucky, however, to have a husband who doesn’t mind crappy microwave meals.

This is how it feels, although I wish I could look this fabulous and skinny while doing it. Also want to know where to purchase extra hands.

You’ll notice that taking care of the kids and/or my husband is not listed here. Depending on what’s going on, they sometimes jump back and forth between both lists. Especially the kids. My husband pretty much takes care of himself.

My problem is that my life is way out of balance. Too much time and energy is put into the second list – things that I really don’t like. Part of that is just being a grown up. Incidentally, I always laugh when the kids mention how wonderful being a grown up is because then they’ll get to do anything they want. I’ve tried to explain how wrong that assumption is, but they won’t hear it.

I need to find more ways to spend time doing the things that I enjoy, the things that make me feel fulfilled, and I’m sure I’m not the only one. Does anyone else out there feel this way? If so, what do you do about it?

The end of summer is near . . .

And with the end of summer comes change. Lots and lots of changes. For one, school will be starting and while I’m not a student anymore (sigh), I have two elementary school age children at home who need to get ready for the new year. Open houses, school supply lists, new clothes – the list of things to do before next Monday seems to keep growing.

Still, I am looking forward to getting back to a normal schedule. Writing group, which was mostly on hiatus for the summer, is starting back up this Saturday. I am trying so hard to get my head back into the writing game. Over the summer, I have gone through all the stages of psychological trauma which I have heard is normal, even for experienced published novelists. I have hated my characters. I have told myself that my story is the worst thing ever to be typed into Microsoft Word. I have sworn that I would never write again.

And then I go right back and start writing. I guess I’m a glutton for punishment.

I’ve also made a few changes around my blog, starting with a brand new, fancy name. “Life With No Plot” means several things to me. While my novel in progress does have a plot, often it is hard to remember it and stick to it while I’m writing. I foresee a lot of rewrites in my future. But it also means that for right now, my life has no specific plot. I have several goals, of course, but no major plans as to how to achieve them. I used to really work myself up and stress myself out because there were so many things I wanted to do and no real means with which to do them. For right now, I am trying to live life with no expectations. No long term plans. Seizing the day. So far it seems to be working, but it’s only been a few days. Give me a few weeks and then we’ll see where I’m at.

I’ve also decided to drop my pseudonym and go for realism. Pleased to meet you, my name is Denise.

So if you liked my blog before, don’t worry. I’m still going to be talking about books. A lot. But hopefully there will be a lot more than that, and much more frequent posts.