Odds and ends

* The dogs are howling something fierce. Not my dogs, as I have a cat. Good god–what if the cat is howling?
* My family dynamic may be changing. Read into that what you will. Some of you know what I’m talking about (Internets, I’m looking at you).
* I achieved my 35th story rejection since I’ve been tracking such things. Picked up two acceptances along the way, although nothing paying. Only one story is currently about and about, which is unusual for me. What does it mean? It means my spreadsheet can count to 37 (35, not counting the acceptances).
* If I was to say “not counting the mezzanine”, would anyone get it?
* Should I apply to Clarion next year? I’m thinking I have no business applying, as the realities of acceptance are unavoidable. Six weeks, away from wife and child? I don’t think I’ve banked enough husband points for that. Besides, maybe I’m beyond teaching.
* What type of glass do you use for $6 wine? Plastic? One of those hats with cups built into the side? I’d hate to be gauche.

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Brain need food

In the interest of random blog content, here’s a few books I’ve finished reading in the last month:

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The bloody, and the crazy. Really–why not?

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Have fun storming the castle

My son is creative. Daddy helped a bit, but mostly my boy’s work. Watch as genres collide!
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Fight and regain your honor, brave pirate…er…knight. Whichever.
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For Gwen Stacy!
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Male 37 seeks fun

Exactly the kind of blog header likely to keep me from ever obtaining another job.

I find something lacking in my career of late, and that is…fun. True–work is called work for a reason. Everyone has days where there is more labor than anything else, more getting through the day than living the day. But I maintain that shouldn’t be the dominant state of affairs. You should enjoy what you do for a living–it should excite you. On many days you should want to do what you’re doing. You should leave family and loved ones to actually read or study or exercise the talent that aligns with what you do for a living,whatever that may be. I’m struggling to find that lately. It happens once in a blue moon, but truly, how often do you see a blue moon?

Fingers crossed that I get it all figured out, and the whole situation isn’t some male approaching 40’s nonsense that I’ll look back on and laugh in ten years. Even if it is, I need something to get me through.

As this blog is titled, maybe it will all work out in the end.

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Armchair athelete

I bowled over 250 without getting up from the couch.

Sure, it was only on the Wii. But my helpless competitors stood and flailed, swung wildly and rattled off strike after strike in vain. I triumphed in a way no less magnificent that if I had vanquished my foes on the lanes of a PBA competition (as sponsored by Denny’s).

I bowled four strikes in a row. And then I spared. And then, the final nail–I closed out with a Turkey.

What did we do before the Wii? Imagine–if you can–a world where people had to go outside and exercise.

Shudder.

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