One down, some unknown number to go.
The plasma bit wasn’t what made this donation suck, in fact that’s be easy part. It’s scheduling everything else around it.
When you’re a writer the hardest part shouldn’t be the writing itself, but if you’re shitty with time management that quickly becomes the case.
After my vampire charity I drive over to B’s house. B. is my partner in an IT business venture, after I drafted up some e-mails for his company he brought me on board as his copywriter/anything else, we’ve been friends for pretty much all my life though this doesn’t prevent him from being, as he puts it, a straight shooter.
“Hey sorry I’m late to the meeting man, doing the plasma thing.”
“Damn, the struggle that rough bro?”
“Yes and no, I’m actually trying to save for AWP, it’s this writers conference in LA, I figured since I finished my book now is the perfect time to go.”
“Cool, do they have any technical writing stuff going on? Any network opportunities for us?”
“Nah not really, it’s geared toward literary fiction.”
Then the thoughtful head nod, the sigh , and the ever growing concern that I’m not committed enough to our goal. It’s a worthy one, and I’m excited to be a part of something so new, but I was hoping for a little more enthusiasm from my partner.
“Listen Charles, I’m a straight shooter,”
“I don’t think you’re wholly committed to BlahBlah Corp. I don’t think you’re aware of what we have here man, so just try to stay a little more focused.”
He isn’t wrong. Between ADHD and a mismanaged schedule everything is a little half assed, and I believe in my friends vision…it’s just I also believe in mine. Neither of us are wrong, but we both can’t be right.
The second Saturday of every month I host a writers group here in Columbus so after my meeting I head over to setup. To say I host it is a bit of an ego stroke, my publishing credits end at college literary journals and I could throw an anorexic feather any which wa and probably find someone more qualified. No lie, as soon as I typed out that lame metaphor a feather just blew across my bluetooth keyboard, totally taking that as a sign it’s worth keeping.
Anyway the group goes well, as it always does, we have open discussion about our struggle with the pages in the hopes of finding way through them. We nerd out about literature, create in house prompts to read between one another and just vibe.
I don’t know how to play the guitar I bought that suspiciously sits in my old MySpace profile picture, but I think it’s something like jamming. That moment you take just to vibe with others that understand you, and realize your insanity is shared.
I make my way home, and while peace is waiting with her there is also grocery shopping, there is also the weird smell emanating from your utility closet that you really need to take care of homey, there is the dog you need to walk and the cat that wants to murder you. There’s fucking life bro.
Ah well, there are always tomorrows that you can balance transfer to. As I make it one step towards AWP 2016, as awesome as it would be it doesn’t mean much without the completed manuscript, but hopefully the prioritization of time will get better in te days to come.
Until next time
AWP Savings : 70
Manuscript 2nd draft progress : 8 pages