Even More Disjointed Than Usual

I have so much job drama going on. So, so much. It’s all I think about, dream about, wake up fretting about. I am not good with uncertainty. Nor change, as it happens. Unforttunately, in this case, the status quo isn’t really doing it for me either.

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School started this week. I like the classes I’m taking (Irish history and psychology, whaaaat) but the idea of keeping up and doing the work I need to do is daunting. Online classes don’t have the kind of accountability I need–generally, the prospect of being publicly shamed by someone else–to get motivated. I guess some people have that “within” themselves, somehow? Is there a pocket of some sort for it, maybe right beneath the diaphragm? Because that is right where I feel hollow and crampy and sick when I start to let things slip due to a lack of the aforementioned personal accountability.

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Even though I’m not saying many interesting things here, I have been polishing up some old stuff and posting it at Thought Catalog.  This piece in particular is one of my favorite things I’ve written.

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Do any of you watch Torchwood? I just discovered it and I am obsessed. I would like to have someone to exclaim to over things like what just happened to Owen Harper, the man I planned to marry (or at least shag rotten.)

I’m also concerned that my love for Torchwood is a slippery slope to Dr. Who and then BAM–my dating pool is limited to men who enthusiastically speak Klingon at Star Trek conventions and own a lot of books about dragons. (Not that I don’t own some books about dragons. But I’m well-rounded! Especially in the butt.)

And I say this as someone who really likes dating geeks. If you ever remember anything I tell you, remember this: Very smart people who had awkward adolescences are awesome in bed. Truth.

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I’ve been pondering the idea of forming an online writing group, a loose collective of people who bounce ideas around, brainstorm pitches and outlets, and read each other’s drafts with an eye toward getting our work out to a broader audience somehow, whatever that may mean to each individual. It would be nice to have a mix of men and women, I think. Would any of you be interested?

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I’ve been making this really good thing. It’s low-carb, vegetarian, and can easily be made pretty low-fat.  Feel free to stop reading now if you don’t care. It will not hurt my feelings. Much.