Now What: August 2009 Edition
I quit World of Warcraft again.
It was past the point that my polite husband wanted to stage an intervention because he recognizes how fruitless that can be. The voices in my head were surreptitiously building a megaphone behind a Rita Hayworth picture and scattering the bits of scraps out in the garden. Everything came to a head last week and I knew it was time to stop again. I squished the voice that tried to remind me that I had unchecked mail and items still in the auction house and i should probably wait 48 hours, log in one last time to get my affairs in order and *then* quit. Said squishing took the form of reminding the voice that I’d been planning that for weeks and that I really do still believe that it’s just ones and zeros and it really won’t matter the next time I break it out that I’ve lost those bits of code.
72 hours later and I have a new problem.
There’s just too much to do with all that freed time, and the writing ones are foremost in my mind, since it’s the “stories” in WoW that have kept me from making my own. I have a handful of projects that have stalled at the starting gate. I have more than one nanonovel that really should be getting a rewrite/edit before I even consider hunkering down for a 3rd round in a couple of months. I have a really great lead on a world for that 2009 novel, though, and I’d like to get it going, too. There are short story contests to find and create for. There are portfolio websites to finish designing and content-filling (okay, just the one). There are so many books to read.
Once the floodgates of possibility open, even just a crack, any number of other things come flooding through. I’m going to join a singing group for the first time in almost 6 years. I’m had so much fun talking to adults in a book club I joined that I’m planning on looking into taking some random art/craft/etc classes at a local community college or YMCA. There’s a 22-month-old in my house that’s ripe for potty training and big-girl-bedrooming, which will require turning our second bedroom into something more than a large storage area.
So many, many things on the horizon. The first and most arduous step is going to be creating that path forward, starting with applying the word “courage” permanently to my foot tomorrow afternoon.
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