Now what?

Today I got to spend a little time being an actual writer. The last week has been full of distractions and though I did have an assignment for the last several days (it wasn’t due until the 15th) I decided to get it out of the way so I can focus on other things, such as building a website for a business, and working on more edits, submissions, pitches, and queries.

I’ve been checking out a lot of YouTube videos lately about things like digital nomads and vanlife. I’m kinda thought about starting a YouTube vlog myself about this weird life I have chosen. This writing life. I’m not exactly sure what I would do or say. I mean, unlike someone driving around to cool locations and hanging out with their dog or talking about their philosophies of solitude, my channel might be things like “So I’ve been depressed the last few days, feeling like a complete imposter and so I decided to do dishes for the first time in four days.” Or the time-honored screwing around and binge-watching a Netflix show, or taking a nap, or deciding to cut my own hair, or a billion ways to procrastinate before I actually sit down, probably drink some whiskey, and hammer away at the keyboard for a couple hours. I’m sure the time lapse on me eating Cheetos or pistachios would be mezmerizing.

I can hear the comment section already, “He just ate Flamin’ Hot Crunchy Cheetos and a Carmello for dinner.” Coffee too. Don’t forget the coffee.

I could sit and type about strollers or fancy pocket knives or the Heat Affected Zone in metal fabrication. That’s for the paid gigs.

Or they could watch me curl up into a fetal position for when I sent out queries to agents, telling myself I’m a fraud and I am likely insane because I think I actually have something to offer readers. Or see me have an anxiety attack because I got a notification that I have a package waiting for me at the post office but I didn’t order anything.

I dunno, could make for an interesting channel. Especially when I let me dog out to pee every few hours or she brings me the squirrel to throw for her.

I started watching a YouTuber who is a writer…and I gotta say, I watched her make coffee and then transplant a succulent. I suppose I could do worse. But it’s just another learning curve I would have to beat. I know almost nothing about vido production, other than when my son needed to make a video on how to make nachos for school. Again. Fascinating.

I might get some writing done tonight. I haven’t decided yet. It’s midnight. So, sure, anything is possible. Everything is possible.

I’ll have been unemployed from the university for two years this coming week. I don’t miss it. I disliked working with those people, I hated the microwave fish dinners in the breakroom, the arrogance of the professors and admins, the lassitude of the other administrative assistants, and the whole settling for crumbs attitude we were conditioned to have. Fuck that place. I know a lot of people don’t understand what I am doing (some days I am included in that) but this is a great opportunity to live the dream. Even if I have to eat Cheetos for dinner once in a while.

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