Pretty much getting back to normal. Got a ridiculously large amount of solid sleep last night. I knew it was solid because when I woke up, my wife and her pillow were gone! She was downstairs on the couch. When I "sleep soundly", I snore, quite loudly, as it turns out. I feel badly about it, but, hey, what can I do, eh? It's not like I can control it. Ah, the things that happen when you "grow older"...
Went shopping for a new computer monitor today - couldn't find the one I wanted. In fact, the places I went to, I couldn't even find a sales person to help me. I figure it must be the way I was dressed or something, I don't know. One of my pet peeves is being treated like I'm invisible. I mean, I don't expect people to stop what they're doing when I enter a room and attend to me at once, like royalty, but I don't think it's too much to ask to at least be acknowledged. I'm a person, not a ghost, eh!
Maybe when I'm in a store, I look like I don't want any help or something. All I know is that today, I was ready to buy, and any salesman could have sold me just about any 22+" monitor and I would have snapped it up. Instead, I come home empty handed, and will now shop online. Probably better that way anyway... I'll get a better price, and likely not have to pay sales tax or shipping, but I will have to wait. So it balances out.
My new computer is a screaming beast - I love it. It deserves a nice big new monitor. It's all a tax write-off anyway, so it's all good.
Bah, enough with the empty materialistic ramblings. I am a Christian, you know. I'm supposed to be above that...
I think I'll work on my book tonight. Mostly because I want to start on my next one! I hate that I'm like that. I'll go great guns on something as long as I'm interested in it. Once I get distracted, it's hard to finish something. I get pulled in a new, more exciting direction, and leave unfinished projects in my wake like yesterday's newspaper. The Master's Program is important to me. I wish I knew how to reignite the fire inside me for it. I think part of the problem is that whole "write what you know" adage. When I have to research something, the uncertainty of it all drags my progress to a halt. I guess it's a fear/pride thing. I don't want people to read a part of my story - say a part where James rides in a hot air balloon or wanders through ancient Pompeii - and laugh at some inadvertent mistake in the details. "Man, this author is an idiot - a hot air balloon doesn't sound like that!" or some such.
I decided that in my next book - the fantasy/wizards/dragons tale - I'm going to load the book up with characters based directly on people that I know. That must be the "write what you know" pendulum swinging to the other extreme...
Christmas is over, time for things to get back to "normal". Need to sift through the work I've done in December and send off some invoices and get paid $$$. I want to get Wagnervana.com up and running too. We'll see.
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So random, but are you related to a Mary Wagner?
Nope, sorry.
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