Being sick and ambitious
It really stinks when you have all of these great ideas for your digital life, but you’re sick, and you just can’t bear to sit at the computer and work on them. That was me last week. I felt bad. I was tired, lightheaded, lethargic, and at times, nauseous. I wasn’t blogging, so I worried that I might be losing the few readers that I’ve gained over the months. I did have the energy to curate, and I even read most of the articles that I collected. I call that progress.
So I missed a lot of work last week. I was too sick to go in on Wednesday. Thursday was Thanksgiving. Friday was the day after Thanksgiving, and who’s gonna work that day? Not me baby. I really need to get a job with benefits. But that’s another story.
I had a dream that I was working as a secretary for a woman I worked for a long time ago. The dream was an unpleasant reminder that I don’t want to go back to being a secretary. It has been my experience that when you’re a secretary people assume you don’t have much education and you have no ambition. The thing is, secretaries know everything about the office they’re running, but because 99% of them are women, they are rarely given a chance to move up. That’s the way I see it. My problem is that when I look at the jobs available in my town, clerical positions are the only things I seem to be qualified for. My MFA in dance just doesn’t carry any clout, so I’m trying to reinvent myself as an instructional designer. I’m actually working (part-time) in that field, so that’s a positive.
I didn’t plan to discuss my employment situation to the extent that I just did. I was going to mention my thought about creating a serialized fiction blog.
In 2004, Alexander McCall Smith wrote an episodic novel called 44 Scotland Street, for the Edinburgh newspaper, The Scotsman. It was produced as a podcast by, The Guardian and then released as an audiobook. It got me thinking about writing something episodic too. I never followed up on the thought. When I was in high school, I wrote a series for the school paper called, Darbyville High. It was about the trials and tribulations of a girl who attended Darbyville High School. I don’t think there were more than two episodes. Not sure what happened…
So, I say to myself, “Why not take the start to your failed NanoWriMo effort and make a blog out of it?” I really don’t have great dreams of being a published author. There are too many obstacles, and too much competition. I just want to create. Of course there have been people who took their work from blog to book. Anything is possible if you believe. Oh and you have to actually write the thing too. Oh boy!