The Invisible Blog

I have been so busy writing for other people, that I have not had a chance (or the desire, frankly), to update here. I have also gotten an increase in traffic, which has sparked a certain brewing of self-consciousness inside my stomach that I'd rather ignore!

This blog has always been a chalkboard for my thoughts - where I have erased all of the postings and started anew at least three times already. Sadly, I don't even know what the identity of this blog is any more. I'd rather not use it to share my thoughts and dreams (that is what locked diaries are for, not for public posting - though publicly posting these things is cathartic), but I haven't quite decided what The I.V. Blog's niche is.

I did contemplate using some high-traffic key words to see if they attracted additional visitors. I love checking analytics to see "patrick+cassels+sarah+schneider" as the influence that brought someone here. The poor saps had to read about my obsession with College Humor video "Snack Time". Sorry, Charles.

That's enough then, for me. Sorry for the boring update. It's just so nice to write something and not have to worry about whether or not it's good enough to get paid for it.

The Best Way to Celebrate my Birthday

I've always been an expert at getting sick at the right times. It was a talent I really honed in school, particularly on days when my oral report was due, it was the "run a mile" day or the bullies were picking on me too much. Somehow, I could always manage to induce sufficient illness in ratio to the fear (i.e. oral reports = major flu to render a make-up date irrelevant) with no effort at all. (This is all related to the mighty Power of the Jinx, which will never be discussed here.)

Anyway, turns out I've still "got it", as they say, because a sorta-bad-but-not-too-bad cold came along at the perfect time. My birthday. I haven't been dreading it too much this year, but after the past couple of mood-swing laden dinners and unreasonable Crankfests I've pioneered, I thought it would be best if I just ignored this whole BDay shit altogether.

So, Thursday afternoon it started, and it's only today begun its decline, nicely smooshing itself all over my birthday on Saturday. I slipped into a foggy-headed stupor at 31, and emerged 32 - neatly missing any useless natal day pondering of "What have I done with my life?" and "What if everything goes wrong?" and the lamentation of my state of babylessness. Instead, I focused more on, "What kind of tea should I have?" and "Should I take a nap?"

In addition to missing all of the usual birthday festivities, now that I am coming out of my sickness, I am eager to rejoin the world and once again work on all of the things that make me happy. Because, to be honest, right now life ain't that bad. And I don't need a stupid birthday to make me question that.

Note: You'll have to excuse the run-on sentences here, my brain is not back to normal quite yet!

Strunk, You Devil.

Have been reading The Elements of Style and - I will easily admit that I am not a great editor, I mispronounce and misuse words more than I should - but I just read one item that got me feeling mighty stupid. (You'll note the previous sentence alone shows my poor ability to construct a proper phrase.)

You may recall in a previous post wherein I was sharing my new found love of the word "folks". Well I'm the dumbass, because you're not even supposed to be using it in plural form. Crap. I should totally have known that. Embarrassing!

This is why I need a live-in editor. (And a nap. This is one of the worst blog posts I've ever composed.)

What in the Who?

I didn't know what photo to put up today, so I went to the archives. I had to reload Windows the other week, which was grueling and tedious (not to mention frightening), but completely sorted out the computer problems I had been having. Super! Everything runs much faster now, and there is a marked decrease in PC-related cussing.

Oh - that was relevant because my photos and all of my documents are REALLY archived in weird places on my computer, so it takes me forever to open 1300 folders to get to anything.

But here's my latest dilemma. I've been working on elance.com (a really great experience thus far), and I want to just keep working and working and working. The problem is that 75% of the writing jobs are requests for 100 articles for $50, to be completed within a day. What? In the who?!

It's dumb. I'm tired of sifting through all of this fluff to get to an actual job. Then when I find something I like, I often get beat by someone with more experience or a lower quote. Which is fine - I expected to have it tough in the beginning. And I'm okay with that. But writting 100 artcles in perfection English in 1day for $50 is...can you say: ridiculous?

what do YOU see.

Realizing the infinite amount of varying perspectives in the world never ceases to blow my mind.

Really.

We won't ever stop missing out, because we'll always only have ONE at a time.

sense make?

shambly rambles.

I love how sometimes I can have a full conversation with his silence, his only contribution a slight tick of the eyebrow or dart of the eye. It is both a gift and a burden, but I enjoy it all the same.

pushups

My latest obsession is that of trying to do a push-up. I've always had incredibly weak arms, but due to my love of yoga they are getting steadily stronger. For the first time in my entire life, I actually did a push-up. I thought I had been doing them for years, but a few months ago my boyfriend let me know that no, you're doing it wrong. Great.

But enlightened by this newfound wisdom regarding push-up form, I'm actually really enjoying it. Sure, I can't do more than one at a time, but I find it to be the strangest sensation when I'm lowered down, hovering dangerously close to the floor. The power to continue doesn't feel like it's coming from tensile muscles - but more an inner thrust of passion. It's hard for me to put into words - but I feel as though it's genuinely mind over matter, rather than braun. I feel like I magically levitate by thought alone.

Now I just need to sort out how to apply this to finding an agent.

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