Of Camp NaNo and Saddles

It’s been three years since I last updated my blog, The Written Nerd.  I can’t tell you why I stopped writing; as I’m sure all of you can relate, it’s not a conscious decision.  It simply happens, until I realize that hey, I really do enjoy writing.

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Thought Catalog

1. Depending on what you’re wearing, you can either look borderline thin or borderline obese. One false move — one ill-fitting shirt or unflattering pair of jeans — and all of a sudden you’re FAT.

2. People who haven’t seen you in awhile tell you that you look “healthy” and then you cry because you know that just means that you have a fleshier mid-section.

3. Nothing fits exactly the way you want it to. And then when you want to wear something too big that hides your body, you just look even fatter. Only truly skinny people can look good in oversized clothing. If someone a little bit fat wears something that’s a size too big, it just looks like an unfortunate accident.

4. You start to wonder if strangers see you on the street and identify you as being fat. You don’t weigh enough to have it…

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Another great post by another great WordPress blogger!

We’ll all be old one day, Lord willing. So today, let’s treat the elderly as we would want to be treated: With patience, kindness, and love.

Morning Story and Dilbert

A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year-old grandson.  The old man’s hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered.  The family ate together at the table.
But the elderly grandfather’s shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult.  Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor.  When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.

The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess.  “We must do something about Grandfather,” said the son.  “I’ve had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor.” So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner.
There Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner.

Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl.  When the family glanced in Grandfather’s direction, sometimes he had a tear in his…

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This story reduced me to tears. So sweet, the innocence of a child..

Morning Story and Dilbert

Dilbert

We were the only family with children in the restaurant. I sat Erik in a high chair and noticed everyone was quietly eating and talking. Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, “Hi there.” He pounded his fat baby hands on the high-chair tray. His eyes were wide with excitement and his mouth was bared in a toothless grin. He then, wriggled and giggled with merriment.

I looked around and saw the source of his merriment. It was a man with a tattered rag of a coat; dirty, greasy and worn. His pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and his toes poked out of would-be shoes. His shirt was dirty and his hair was uncombed and unwashed. His whiskers were too short to be called a beard and his nose was so varicose it looked like a road map.

We were too far from him to smell, but…

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The Receptionist Disintegration

There is no awesome clipart of getting fired, so here’s a picture of some pizza from Bertucci’s Italian and Brick Oven Pizza Restaurant in Boston instead!

Today (or yesterday, for those of you in the future), I was very kindly released from my job.

*cue shock, gasping, and “NO!”s from the audience.*

What does this mean for my writing?

No more excuses.  That’s what it means.

Plenty of time not just to write, but to plan out my writing.  To get stuff done in an orderly manner.  And to also look for a fulfilling career that doesn’t feel like it’s draining away all my creativity.

Here’s to new beginnings for old horizons!

Question:  What is your experience with jobs and careers?  Are you living the dream?  Working towards living the dream?  Or do you feel stuck in something completely wrong for you?