I’m going to take a little writing / blogging properly break tonight and I’m going to watch Homeland and eat pie.
And tomorrow is Sunday. Yay!!!
I went to go visit an old friend today.
I hadn’t seen him in over ten years when I heard that he had died.
I just happened to be driving down the road that his cemetery is on and turned into its gates on a whim. He was only buried a couple of weeks ago, and I just drove around looking for new plots until I found him.
Elise was with me, so we got out of the car and went over to his grave. I explained to her that a guy I knew had died and I wanted to go say hello and goodbye.
The pot of yellow flowers that someone left had fallen and rolled halfway down the hill, so I picked them up and put them back, and put the little pumpkin back on the headstone.
I said, “You always were a live fast, die young kind of guy, weren’t you?”
I still can’t completely wrap my head around the fact that the guy who I wrote about in this post met his end by a cop’s bullet, but I can’t say I’m all that surprised, either.
I wrote so many great poems about you, Ricky.
See you in the next life.
Well today was quite a day.
I took Elise to school, came home, took a shower, fixed myself some more coffee, and watched the latest episode of The Walking Dead. Then, I procrastinated on the internet for about two and half hours, then had a snack.
THEN I wrote 3,036 words, bringing my NaNoWriMo day two total (so far) to 6,273.
AND that was done before work this afternoon.
AND I read and commented on what I felt like were a ton of other blog posts and NaNo updates.
And you know what I kept being reminded of over and over again today?
That people DO THINGS.
There are REAL PEOPLE out there behind all of these computer screens, and they are actually doing things. They are creating and connecting and writing and painting and sewing and gardening and baking and all of them, just like me, are writing about it.
People are doing all these things that are hard and scary and amazing – and I’m over here in my own little world, DOING THINGS, doing my thing, writing these words – and people are seriously like:
“You’re writing a book, huh?”
And these people who seem to not be DOING ANY THINGS, don’t believe that I am actually doing the thing.
I am not really sure where I was going or what I wanted to say with this post other than:
I’m so happy to see so many creative people out there making wonderful things, and so proud to be part of the community we are all creating together!
But oh, heck, my friends. Don’t let the bastards get you down.
Leave the people who aren’t doing anything behind.
Keep on DOING THE THINGS.
I’m going to go write another 1,000 words or so before bed.
50,000 or BUST!