Lately, I have been feeling...unfulfilled. This could have been triggered by a number of things. I just got married, so there's that whole, "OK...that's handled. What else do I have to accomplish in life?" Then, there is the whole issue of my job. I like my job. I love my company. I dig the people I work with. The only problem is that I never saw myself making spreadsheets and doing math and being a quasi-middle-management type. Ever. I used to dream of putting all my little doodles and semi-stories into little books and selling them for my livelihood. I would finish them first, of course.
So, I decided that I would recapture my dreams. Start writing again. Use my job to fund my lifelong dream of telling stories. The only problem and hindrance to this is that little black box in my living room and my unemployed husband.
He has recently gotten me addicted to TV in a way I never have been. It's sad. House, NCIS (shows that USA shows in friggin' MARATHONS), Burn Notice, True Blood reruns on HBO OnDemand. Wipeout. The Bachelorette (OK. That one's mine.). I am in that place where I can feel an addiction forming in my bones.
I have never been a "TV person". I usually have a show, maybe two, that I watch. I spend the rest of my time letting old episodes of CSI play in the background while I accomplish REAL stuff.
Ah, my husband's contributions to my life. I need an intervention. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
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that's a tough one. i go in and out of the tv thing myself.. but have tried to keep in under control over the years by denying myself cable. maybe just set aside writing hour once a night. you can take your laptop into the bedroom and write for an hour, then hang out with beau for the rest of the evening?
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