It’s been a month of identity crisis here at the ranch. What with my site getting hacked – due to my inattention, no doubt – not keeping up with WordPress versions and not changing my passwords frequently enough. Please if you have a site and haven’t done these things – take me as a lesson. I had really not taken it all seriously enough. The good news is it’s made me re-evaluate why I have a site to begin with. I do it in large part as an obligation. I’m a web person. I can’t “not” have a site. But that said, I want to make it something I enjoy – other than just a receptacle for a portfolio and a resume. So I’ve taken this site down to the bare bones. Just the blog, and hopefully over time I can add back the portfolio and decide on a template or a design of my own to fit the bill. Until then I’m hoping to just try and write. And do less writing about writing!
However before I do that, I will write about writing one last time! I finished NaNoWriMo and didn’t keep up with the week 4 follow up. Mostly due to having lofatmo in town, and partially just moving on with life. But I know one thing is for certain: I’m having withdrawls. I miss the desire to get up at 5 or 5:30 to bang out my 2-3K words. It gave me purpose and it sent me off to my day job with a sense of purpose, and feeling like I had already accomplished a personal goal so the rest of the day’s doings were just gravy. That anything was possible. That maybe, just maybe, I could be something other than a web person by trade. Not that that’s bad. I just always hope there will be something else. It also seemed to make sure I did exercise, and I achieved more balance in my life during that month than I probably do on a day to day basis during the rest of my life. Sad, I know. But true. I would make sure to ride my bike to work at least 2-3 days a week, usually the first two days of the week, as I knew I would peter out and spend more time writing as the week drew to a close.
That said, I also revelled in time wasters. I did more chores that I vowed I hated or would never do during November, due to NaNoWriMo, than I ever swore I would. I re-activated my Facebook account. I got in touch with people I’ve been meaning to contact since I dropped off the face of their earth 3, 5, 10 years ago. I fixed my website – cleansing it from hacker attacks 3, nay 4 times. Took a watercolor class, a fiction class and started up another small mosaic project. Note to self, if I want to be more active in visual arts, just take up a ridiculous writing task, and watch the pieces fall into place.
After taking a few weeks off – I finished this thing really during the third week of Nov so that I could relax with company during the holidays – I decided to climb back on the horse this morning. At the urging of boegle, I started – if somewhat half-heartedly – the revision process. I keep telling myself I need to read this thing in one sitting, and maybe I do to get the full story arch and see all of it’s pitfalls and fiascos. But I’m slightly glad that I’m not just tossing it into the trashbin. As I’ve heard that happens. And maybe this will be the story that never gets told, but the characters are interesting to me. So I think for now, I’ll keep visiting them.