Where to begin?

I regret that I can't offer an apology for not frequently updating the blog. Instead, I ask for a small portion of your time for me to explain myself and why things are beginning to change.

For the last few weeks or so, I've been languishing in the summer, doing whatever I felt like doing (well, other than going to work). I learned the hard way that I should've updated my parents about my job aspirations. For the sake of things, I cannot disclose these matters here. Yet, my parents told me that sitting around and waiting wasn't the solution. That meant getting out of my comfort zone. So here I am, putting together a resume and cover letter for a possible internship. Atop that, I'm assisting at my current job at planning an event. I have to do things that require me to take some serious risks.

But if things transpire differently, I may have to find another job. I hate to do that, but I desire to move out into the world on my own. This won't happen unless I do something, whether it is push for a promotion at my current job or seek employment elsewhere. To most, what I'm going through sounds like nothing. I always prided myself in being able to handle change. But I lied to myself, sort of. I could handle change, as long as it didn't push me past my comfort zone. I've played safe for far too long. I ain't living. No, don't expect me to go do daring things, like skydiving or herding hippos. I need to start moving forward, going out there to do what I need to do. I have few major lifelong goals, but one of them still holds true: become a writer and make enough to live off of it. While the goal is unlikely, I need to try.

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Things are going to be different around here. I have decided to do something that I had never done for this poor blog: post on a regular schedule. Starting at the beginning of August, I will post something every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. I don't know what, but it will be something. It won't be apologies for sporadic postings and lack of novel updates.

Oh, the novel... it seems that I've stopped. I may have to make a serious decision with Invisible. Maybe I was wrong in thinking it was this story's time to shine. It may need to "sleep" for a bit longer. That or I have to break for the rest of the month and re-gather my senses. There is a part deep in me that wants it tackled, most of it down on bytes and Word documents.

I'm gonna rely less on platitudes and more on kaboom. Kaboom is action; in a word that has the risk of drawing out the meaning in favor of a few giggles.

To those who ask, I am fine, thank you.

I think the alarm clock just went off and hit me hard on the head for good measure.

Novel update with a side order of lulz

I know, I know, I used chatspeak. What are you gonna do about it?

Yeah, that's what I thought. Nuthing. So pfft to you too.

So, I'm pretty far into Part 1, having to backtrack to fill in some deep holes. Y'know, descriptions, emotions, and showy stuff? Yeah, not really supposed to do that or I'll never get the damn thing to a draft, but powerful forces beyond my control (i.e. guilt) don't let me go any further.

So, I found this article earlier. It's about this prose-analyzing software that checks your language and style, which then tells you which respected author you apparently sound like. For the lulz, I ran Part 1 of Invisible through and got William Gibson.

But when I ran the Prologue to Invisible and then the entirety of Blues, I got this:

I write like
Vladimir Nabokov

I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!

Holy s***. And to think I ripped on Lolita earlier this year. BTW, I do plan on rereading the book, so my chances of going to English Major Graduate Hell lessen... and maybe half of my buddies from college don't attack me.

Until next time, take care and watch out for the nuclear porcupines. Those little f***ers are getting bad this season...

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DISCLAIMER: Yes, I know this writing analyzer thing isn't meant to be taken seriously. This message was for those who actually clutched their pearls and thought "Egads! Lindsey's no Nabokov! And shame on you, especially since you didn't like Lolita!"

Proof that I'm still alive...

I got completely sidetracked from writing "Invisible". Excuses aside, I'm kicking it in high gear in the next few days. So far, I'm 11,000+ words into Part 1, with much more to go.

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Inspired by tumblrs I follow, I took some pictures of my bookshelves:

(you may recognize an old friend... Zimbra, my electric guitar)

This is my shelf of all-time favorite books (you can see the first edition A House Like A Lotus in its rightful place at number one). The left stack are re-reads, the right stacks books my sister recommended to me.

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That's about it from here. Until next time, good night...