I use a small calendar to keep track of how many words I write each day. I just looked at it today and noticed something odd:
Archive for June, 2011
I dislike alarm clocks. I’m someone who needs to slowly wake up over an hour or so. If I’m sound asleep and then some damn thing makes a loud, annoying noise that jolts me out of bed, that’s the opposite of slowly waking up over an hour or so. I’ve written a few poems about alarm clocks over the years and in one I described one as a “foul little herald whose cry destroys kingdoms.”
Well, yesterday was my last day at work, so I no longer have a reason to keep this foul herald around. I am getting together with friends today, so I needed to make sure I was up, but I don’t see this situation coming up anytime soon. So, about a minute ago, I unplugged my alarm clock. When I have time, I’ll throw it in a box of stuff I’m packing up. If I’m lucky, I may only ever use it again as just a clock.
I believe it is mandatory for me to play this song today:
As some of you know, I’m quitting my job and moving back home. Part of the reason is to help out my parents, but also I’m planning on taking a year to just focus on writing. At the end of the year, I’ll take a look at my finances, and should be able to spend another year or two and just write. If I can live off my writing by then, I’ll be overjoyed. If not, I’ll have to find another day job. But that’s hopefully far in the future.
My last day at work is this Friday, which means this is the last Monday I’ll – hopefully – have to get up and go to work. Maybe I should call in sick.
I just got back from my evening walk. At one point, there were three or four parking spots open in a dimly lit area and I saw something sitting on the curb. For four or five steps I tried to make out what it was, when I realized it looked like someone dressed as Batman. I just kept walking. About five minutes later – on my way back – I was walking on the other side and they were still sitting there. I had debated saying, “Evening,” but I mean, you want to think the best of someone dressed as Batman, but you never know.