The Busy Bee Gets The Worm, Er, Something Like That

It’s probably been a few weeks since I last posted something here. I honestly cannot remember right now and am too lazy busy to even look. I’ve had, and continue to have, so many things going on that I can’t seem to catch up. Well, for right now, at least.

I’m behind on emails I want to send. I’m behind on commenting on blog posts and contacting podcasts I like.  I’m behind on working on my novel.  I’m behind on tweets. I am so far behind on so much stuff that the light at the end of the tunnel is probably a distant galaxy twinkling and taunting me. I’d rather the light be a freight train at this point.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not actually complaining. In fact, I’m glad I’m so busy. If I wasn’t, I may be still partly depressed, trying to figure things out in my life. Instead, I’m so busy doing things, I finally feel like I’m partly living my life again, which is a good thing for this recluse.

Most of my attention has been going into the creation, editing, and setting up of A Cup Of Fresh Hell Served With A Side Of Heaven, the new podcast I co-host with my friend Chris. The initial setting up of the site, getting it into iTunes, learning the editing and rendering ropes, dealing with feeds that won’t let you change things when you need to, fucking things up majorly in the process, re-editing an episode that somehow got messed up during the rendering, has all been a huge headache, a huge learning process, and a huge amount of FUN!

Yes, I truly mean it. It has been headachy at times, but it has been a lot of fun as well. This initial starting up phase is the worst part time-wise. After a couple more episodes, I’ll have more time to get back to things I need to get back to, because all the hard and time-consuming stuff will be taken care of by then.

The podcast isn’t the only thing taking up my time, either. I’ve still been writing, just not working on my novel. I’ve been working on articles and submitting them to various freelance sites, even though I don’t have a proper background in English, writing, or journalism. It still doesn’t stop me from trying, though, and I continue to hope my articles will be seen by someone who will realize my writing ability and give me a chance.

I’ve also been working on short stories to submit to magazines and paying online markets. It’s my dream to be a writer and to have enough work to be able to support myself with my dream.  I’d much rather write fiction than non-fiction, but hey, whatever pays works for me.

I’m busting my butt right now trying to achieve my dream. I can only hope the people and things I’ve neglected will understand.  I’m 32 and feeling like it’s a now-or-never sort of thing. In the next two weeks to a month I should be calmed down and have much less on my plate and then I’ll be able to get back to the people I need and want to get back to. I’ll be able to socialize more again on Twitter* and Skype.  If you’re a friend who’s been waiting to hear from me, I haven’t forgotten you! I have a list right by my computer of whom I need to contact. You’re in my heart and in my head, dear friends, but in no way are you forgotten.

*I beyond miss talking and chatting with my friends on Twitter! I’ll be back soon and look forward to catching up with so many of you.