January, 2007, I bid you farewell with intense joy.
I'm not going to be overdramatic and say that this has been the worst month of my life. However, it could slide into a top ten list. No need to go over all the gory details but here are some things to consider if you are ever evaluating the awfulness of a particular month:
a) It's a bad month if your dog has surgery...twice.
b) It's a bad month if the word "biopsy" comes up in more than one conversation.
c) It's a bad month if your vet refers you to the oncology department.
Other things went wrong too.
An update on the previously noted 3.25 Things I Am Working On.
1. Got that project, starting it now.
2. Done. I'm still not completely convinced that this wasn't some kind of psychological test designed to measure how much disorganization and contradictory instructions I could handle while still making deadlines.
3. Still working on requested edits to the Dreaded Novel. Still struggling with what I want and what other people want. Still creating a swirl or melodrama around the whole thing.
.25 I decided I needed to just back off from this for a while. Just stop poking at it, stop analyzing every word and give it some room to breathe for a while. This is easy to do because I have a shiny new toy to distract me. It is...
Well, I'm not sure what it is yet. I have a title and an opening paragraph and I have no idea what they mean or what I was thinking when I wrote them. I'm intrigued, though, maybe because they don't give me a lot of clues about what I'm supposed to do next. So I keep on staring at them, waiting to see what will emerge. Some things actually have become apparent the more I look at it, and that's enough to keep me going. So I spend far too much time reading over this shaky little paragraph (which, by the way, has far too many commas), trying to find something. One question answered: I was thinking about it one day, hoping that something would jump out at me. So I wrote down this sentence, read it, and realized suddenly, ohhhh, the main character is not a girl, as I had assumed, but is probably a boy (I say probably because I don't want to nail myself down to anything yet). Now it makes a lot more sense. So, as I said, this has caught my attention and preoccupies me and distracts me from all the other things around me, all the bad and all the sad. There's still a much greater probability that this will end up in the dead file than that it will become anything, but I'll take any diversion I can get at this moment.