I know, I know – it’s stinking hot where you’re at too. Yadda yadda.
I’m alone. Like really. He made one call, then purchased a plane ticket because the person he called hired him instantly. I won’t go into details about what I’ve been doing trying to secure employment. I would sound like one of those who complain about the heat.
It’s good though (the free time, not the heat – don’t get me going) I get to do really cool stuff. This morning on a paddle board ride I glided by a big jelly fish. Yadda yadda, caught it on film (a friend corrected me on Facebook that it wasn’t on film, we had a debate on what it’s called, and you’ll read down the line how I captured said recording). He was ugly. Alien ugly, not coyote ugly. But very cool, check it out.
See, here’s how I look at it: if I had a job, like a normal one where I must get into my car, wait in traffic, then do whatever it is I need to do to make my way into my corner office with the view – then this gem would not have happened. Did you see how much everything changed once under water? It’s totally friggin’ amazingly cool, right? As I was filming (again, should I have said recording? -but that sounds too audio. capturing? -but that sounds too murderous), it dawned on me that my iPod was in my underwater case, so I plopped my hand in the water and continued filming (I’m sticking with it).
Yup. Unemployed and recklessly ducking my hand in the water inches from a killer jellyfish. Two attributes that go hand in hand: sans job and reckless.
We’ll call you in two weeks, they said. Today marked three. I called. I then left a message. But that’s as far as I’ll go. For now. I may obsessively and compulsively email later on. Then I uploaded my vid on YouTube and shared it with my peeps. Couldn’t have done that if… yadda yadda (the job in the corner office with the view – try to keep up.)
Back to what I was saying, you’re getting me all distracted. Stop it! He’s gone. He’s off and joined a racing team, and is traveling across the States. He’s also complaining about the heat, the work, the yadda yadda. Me? I’m alone. On a boat. In Mexico. It rains everyday. Lightning. Thunder. Every day. And the bugs? Have I mentioned the bugs? Me and agent orange – we be best buds. Don’t you dare mention my ever so constantly falling out hair. Or the zits.
OK. I’ll talk about the zits. Maybe it’s because I’m so engrossed in writing my novel… Saying that still makes me feel like I have a lump in my throat. This novel is a YA (short for yadda yadda), so probably because I’m tapping into the 15 year old realities of life I have this pimple take-over that is ruling my face. My chest. Me neck. (It’s even making me talk like an Aussie.) My shoulders. I do not have enough skin for all this acne. I’m hideous. Absolutely hideous. But my legs look fab, I know you’d be jealous of my legs. And then you’d look up and scream BUTTERFACE!
I felt like since I started writing Unique: Story of a Girl that I was totally neglecting this sweet little house in cyberland. Over 30,000 words in case you were wondering. Well, yeah, so there. Am writing, and it isn’t always in regards to be future best seller.