Random Channel Surfing

I really did try to be better writing-wise. But, as is always the case with me, real life got in the way. Janis and Wyatt got married on July 23, so the week leading up to that was hectic. After their wedding, I tried to catch up on household chores--this means I reorganized the stuff in my room and did a lot of cleaning--and caught up with friends after work. So. No writing. Anyway, I can make a thousand and one excuses, but the fact remains: I didn't keep my last promise. I have a habit of doing that, hey? Still, I feel that my writing work ethic has improved in that I'm actually writing. Since my last post, I've started two drafts and I've started pre-editing my novel. If that isn't progress, well then I honestly don't know what is. Baby steps. Baby steps. Also, I'm reminded of an uncomfortable truth I shared with my Mellie a year ago: I have another, more pressing, issue I need to attend to before I can follow the rest of my script. I'm try

There's this guy. (Isn't this how most of my entries start?) And this guy is very cute in my opinion. And I've actually made a move on him. A move. I rarely make a move on men I find attractive because I like having the ball in my court. I loathe divulging my attraction because then it's this back-and-forth between the two of us where he makes a consequent move and then I counter that move and yes, I'm well aware that this is how relationships (be they platonic, professional, romantic, whatever) start, but I so prefer to live in the fantasy world where I place this man on a pedestal and he just remains blissfully unaware of my attraction to him. So I'm a coward. And while I take no pleasure in speaking this truth, it's a truth I know about myself. Some people are brazen and impulsive no matter the situation; I am rarely brazen and impulsive in any situation, but I'm especially cautious when it comes to relationships. Quite honestly, I need several shot