Taking Stock
January 26, 2010
I have to get this out of the way before I write anything else: the tarragon in my homemade chicken stock smells amazing. Furthermore, the internets tell me that it is a delightful herb with the additional health benefits of heart disease prevention, the fighting of fatigue, and promotion of bile production in my liver, thus clearing toxic waste from my system. Holla back atcha, young ‘un.
The cat from my apartment complex was roaming around listlessly today and strangely enough the encounter ended with it on my lap as I sat on the couch. I think we were both purring. It has been really nice to have the stupid cat around, no matter how irritating it can be as it cries with more angst than a heartbroken Jonas brother.
I applied for a few more jobs last night, bringing my total to somewhere in the mid twenties, I believe. Probably should be keeping track of exactly how many resumes and applications and cover letters I have either dropped off or sent out over the connections of the internet. I can, however, say off the top of my head that I know exactly how many I have heard back from. Zero. Woot. That’s why it’s nice to have the cat around some days.
And through all of it, you would think that with the bounty of free time that I have incurred, I would be able to struggle past the roadblocks my writing has been stalled at. Every time I get some words out, though, they fall flat on the page. Perseverance will be the key and I keep telling myself to just finish something so that I can start over again, and maybe the next iteration will be better.
