I Edited and A Funny Story

I gutted some stuff from one story, and put it in another and it was pretty glorious.  I've tried to be in the mindset of writing something perfectly the first time, but you miss punctuation and grammar and a ton of other stuff you don't pick up on cuz your brain sees one thing, but reality is something else.  I tend to think I've written some wonderful clear and genius sentence and find out I'm missing a word or two, that my mind filled in the blank, but didn't actually type it out.  I do that a lot, but I ended up getting some great plot devices out of the editing and they're working out great.  I should've edited sooner.  Ok, so today my mother-in-law thought my father-in-law was cheating on her because he was talking to someone named Lisa, who was leaving him messages all day, and some money in their bank account.  Yeah...Lisa is one of their daughters, who put money in their account.  Freaking hilarious.

Time

I'm not supposed to exist.  At least, not in a literary, or professional sense.  I have a manual labor job doing overtly back breaking work for little pay.  I then come home, after spending two hours in traffic to attempt to work on writing, books, short stories, or research reading for other future projects.  Manual labor types don't come home to write books, do they?  I seem to get more energy at night, before I have to go to bed to go to my crappy job. I've been trying to squeeze in about 20 or 30 minutes or writing type stuff into my day after I spend 8-12 hours doing everything else.  I need more time.  More to write, more to relax, more to read, and so forth and so on.  Now I'm thinking about breaking into script writing too, and I think I'm going to try and self-publish a couple of books this year too.  I need more time.  That and money.  I can tell I'm getting better writing, well maybe but there's enough time to get any done.

Meh

Don't worry, one day I'll blog something important.  For now, I'm editing.  It's a long and boring process.  Ho hum.

2016

This is my first post of 2016.  Much like most of my other posts I've written about family, writing, and various things I'd done in 2015.  But there is something odd about 2016.  I'm not sure what it is, but this is the year something important will happen.  I'm not sure what it is, I'm hoping that it's the year I can get a book or 2 published.  But I don't think that's it.  Maybe this is the year I win the lottery, or correct certain things that have gone the wrong way for me, or find a way get a house.  Who knows really?  All I know is something big coming.