Friday, March 25, 2022

Eleven Months / Happenings In The Outhouse 25-Mar-2022

Eleven months ago, I started working on my current work-in-progress.

And I'm still not done.

I am currently around the 95,000 word mark, and roughly 15 chapters left, including an epilogue.

Keeping this one short since I have a lot going on and working as much of my writing in where I can.  My current deadline is June 2022 to complete this.

Crossing my fingers that I make it.

Friday, March 18, 2022

Make Change A Habit / Happenings In The Outhouse 18-March-2022

Life is full of changes.

When my late wife got her cancer diagnosis in April 2011, it turned our world upside-down.  Life was an endless series of doctors appointments, trips to the Mayo Clinic in Rochester (a 382 mile trip, one way), and the extra financial burden on top of it.  And then it was juggling events with three young kids.  Upon her return home in December 2011, what we could do seemed limited.

In March 2020, a virus took the world by storm, changing the way business was done.  My employer implemented a work-from-home model, something completely unheard of from them until that point.  Now, two years later, my employer is having the working from home folks return to the office on a hybrid model basis, part at home and part in the office.  Changes.  Many changes and unknowns.  A number of people were not happy about it, but, when you examine it closely, it depends largely on how you handle change.

In June 2020, I joined the local gym.  I had wanted to join for quite some time, but I could not afford it in terms of time and money prior to that point.  Now, I go there 5-6 times a week on average, and I love it.  It's a way of me getting out of the house and doing something to physically improve my health.

Most times, I am alone and can plan my workouts ahead of time.  But when I have something in mind, let's say I had a weights day previously and planned on a strict cardio day on the treadmill, and all of a sudden there are people in the gym and all of the treadmills are taken, what do I do?  I change my plans.

I have made change a habit.  Yes, my first reaction on change is a slight WTF moment, but it quickly subsides.

I urge you to make change a habit.  If you do the same thing all the time, you don't grow as a person.  Change is what makes us better.

Friday, March 11, 2022

Blog Post 1000! / Happenings In The Outhouse 11-March-2022

What started in June 2010, with hopes and aspirations of being a published author (although the idea of what that entails has changed greatly since then), has now grown to a regular weekly blog where I write about my current work-in-progress, thoughts of the creative process, the writing process, or even life in general.

Most blogs are written the same week they're posted, and in some instances the day before I have no idea what to write, but then something pops in and I toss it down on the virtual page.

Regular readers of my blog have witnessed my late wife's sudden illness with acute myeloid leukemia in early 2011, then to her passing in January 2020.

They have also witnessed the publication of my novels, short stories, and novellas/novelettes.

This is blog post number 1000!

Hard to believe I have written so many posts, that so much has changed.

Now, onward to the next 1000 blog posts!

Friday, March 4, 2022

In The Middle Of Nowhere / Happenings In The Outhouse 04-March-2022

A few weeks back I wrote a blog post about the myth of a small town.  I want to expand on that for a moment.

I may live in a town that someone has called "in the middle of fields and nothingness."  She meant it a as a joke, but at the same time there is a little truth to it.  With a little over 1,300 residents, there are two towns with roughly 8,000 people, give or take, about 20-25 miles away, and another town of around 60,000 about 50 miles away.

I have been through some parts of our country where you can go for several miles of nothingness.  Literally.

I'm writing this as more of an irritation I have when media hosts (whether it on TV, radio, or even on a podcast) says something is in the middle of nowhere and literally less than a half hour drive there is a sizeable town.  No, it may not be Los Angeles, Chicago, St. Louis, or even Minneapolis, but they're large enough to house some bad, creepy individuals.

Our words matter, depending on your circumstances.  Just because a town is small doesn't mean evil doesn't reside in it.

Ed Gein anyone?