Dangerous Business

As I sit here at my desk in front of my heater, sipping on a glass of Bailey’s, my attention was brought to the fact that I have not made a blog post in a while, once again. I had told myself that I wouldn’t feel bad about not making posts, but it’s starting to happen. I have two problems when it comes to making posts. I go so long without feeling like I have done anything significant to post about, untill I look back on everything and see that there is a lot to write about. At which point, I start avoiding making a post, because it’s going to take forever.
I also can’t quite figure out why I keep a blog. It might be partially to have the memories, that I would likely forget about if I didn’t have it. It could also be for my friends and family to keep up with what is going on in my life. However, I am fairly sure that no one in my family reads this thing, and most of my friends that read it, are with me when the things I write about happen. So really, it isn’t for anyone but myself.

The waltz with Rachel was a success, from everything that I hear about it. I was really nervous about it, but luckily it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I was still shaking when I came off the dance floor, but there weren’t as many eyes on me as I thought there was going to be. Which is both a good and a bad thing. Good in the fact that I didn’t wind up throwing up from nervousness, bad in the fact that Rachel was expecting more, and ordered a whole lot more food than she actually needed. Which, in itself wasn’t a bad thing, because lots of people ate off of it for a while. The bad part of it is that she wasted money on food she didn’t need.
Anyway, there is a video of us dancing it on Rachel’s computer, but it might be a while before she ever gets it posted. I would like to have it eventually, so I can show people. Even if I think I didn’t do the best, it’s still interesting to watch.

I hit my goal of 50,000 words in the month of November for my novel. It’s still no where near finished, and I don’t know if it ever will be. I think about it every once in a while, but it’s such a big task set before me, very daunting. Maybe some day when the mood hits me, and I actually feel like writing it, I’ll finish it. However, I need to find a reason for writing it. As of right now it feels very cliche, and like I have no real reason for writing it. Other than to hit my goal of 50,000 words, which I did. I might get those 50,000 put into a book format, just to show that I actually did it. We’ll see.

I feel like there is a lot more that I could, and should, be writing about. I just can’t seem to think of anything right at the moment. I can’t even think of what has been going on in my life since my last post. I feel like my life is kind of a wash right now, with nothing in particular going on. It’s just full of daily activity, full of just the comings and goings of a mindless wanderer. Like I am waiting for something, but not quite sure about what it is. It’s sitting there, just out of reach, taunting me.
Hopefully whatever it is, is going to blow my socks off.