Wednesday, June 05, 2013

I.W.S.G June 2013

December 14, 2012.

Right about now, you may be asking yourself, 'what significance does the above date hold?' 

Most of you, I suspect, cannot think of anything noteworthy enough to garner a reply, but around these parts, it signifies the last official blog entry published here on the Habitual Hobbit. Now, I would be lying if I said that I did not attempt to put something out here because I did.....on multiple occasions, but every time I began, the words felt cheap and uninspired so, I would toss out what I had written and start the process over again. This would continue on two or three more times, and then I would throw my hands in the air and decide in favor of performing a more wholesome activity, paying bills online. But alas, I forced myself to sit and do, and to not second guess the outcome. 

Now, you may be asking yourself, 'why so long?'

To that, I have no acceptable answer. The aforementioned waffling and I suppose I just have not felt like writing. I got burned out. The original idea was awesome. I would take a few month's off from blogging in an attempt to concentrate on a book that I have been half-assedly writing and then, unveil it in bits and pieces during the A to Z Challenge but..... I overlooked the absence of a few minor details, like motivation, perseverance and concentration.
From what I hear, you need little things like that to write a book. Osay, asway itway isway eedlessnay otay aysay, itway idn'tday etgay oneday.

Fast forward five month's and this is what you get. An apologetic and defeated post that was only possible because of the genius of another man's idea, Alex J. Cavanaugh's merciful series entitled Insecure Writers Support Group.

Click the links above to find out more about the IWSG.

There is nothing new and significant to speak of. After thirteen month's of being unemployed, I was able to find part time work and while that is all fine and good, it is not what I expected to be doing presently. I was on the fast track to living a somewhat accomplished life, working in a profession that I enjoyed, only to have it stripped away by a power mongering juggernaut, hell bent on ATTaining world domination of the earths telecommunicational (I made this word up, but it is utter awesomeness) airways, and doing so as cheaply as it possibly could. Thanks Obama.

I was able to sit out a summer and spend some time with my little girl, which was cool, but I don't think that I could pull off being a career stay at home dad. I do not have the skill set required for such an endeavor. I can clean the house and prepare the bath water to her liking, comb and dry her hair, read her Dora/Diego books (which I despise, but I'll take one for the team) play Barbies (yes, I am grown ass man and play with Barbies) and fetch her a glass of ice water but the ability to prepare food has escaped me. My daughter would be introduced to an unhealthy "diet" of frozen pot pies and Chicken? McNuggets. From what I have gathered, those foods do not promote good health when consumed without moderation.
It's not that I can't cook, I would simply rather not cook. It freaks me out. I'm the kind of dude that, whilst frying up some bacon, will have a box of Arm & Hammer on standby in case I start a grease fire or take a day off of work to cook a roast. Not because I wanted to, but because I cooked it in a crock pot and a crock pots sole purpose is to heat food safe enough for human consumption. That is not the kind of thing I want to leave unattended while I am away. Attribute it to O.C.D. if you wish but that is the hell that I endure if I am in the kitchen. It's much easier for me to stay med free if I stay kitchen free.

So, that's it. I'm working?, parenting and now, forcing myself to write without proofreading the contents because if I do, it will get erased and I will start over, ad nauseum.

And that is where I presently sit.