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It’s a rare night with Jim out of the house, so I thought I’d update and talk about my plans in the upcoming month.  I had meant to do this earlier, but I was waiting for Jim to get out of the house.  Of course, Jim didn’t leave when either one of us thought he would, so that’s kind of messed up my plans for tonight.  This is the second time that has happened in the last week, by the way:  I count on having some “me” time while Jim’s out with a friend (or friends, as is the case tonight), and then he’s barely gone, and I get nothing done, no me time.   There are just some things I like to do alone.  Writing is one of them.

Speaking of writing, I’ve been seriously contemplating in participating in NaNoWriMo this year.  Lately, I’ve been feeling the itch to write again.  Fiction.  Seriously.  I haven’t really written anything since I was an undergrad in the creative writing program.  I just don’t write crap unless someone makes me do it.  That’s why I think NaNoWriMo would work for me.

A couple of issues with it, though:  I’m really in the mood to try to do fantasy, and I don’t know if I could do genre fiction.  My stuff always comes out literary fiction.  I don’t even mean to do it.  My brain spews out metaphors and symbolism without even meaning to, which lends itself wonderfully to literary fiction, but I think it would just slow genre fiction down.  Admittedly, I think Jim would be better at the genre stuff than I would.

Also, I’m more of a short-story person.  I don’t think my writing style would lend itself to a novel, but I don’t know if fantasy would lend itself well to the short-story.  I haven’t read any short fantasy stories, anyway.  Unless anyone wants to recommend something to me…?  (Hint, hint.)

The other issue?  The time spent writing 175 pages for NaNoWriMo would be taking away time from “Homebrewed.”  Poor Jim’s still patiently waiting for me to get it caught up.  Luckily, I’m only one game behind now, but still.  I feel bad when I ask him what he wants, and he says he would really like for me to finish up “Homebrewed.”

Also, I’ve been toying with some joint projects with Jim in the back of my head, also writing-related.  So maybe NaNoWriMo isn’t a good idea.

Hm, what else?  Oh!  My sister got me the name and number of a pastor who is actually looking for couples to marry off for some extra money.  WOOT.  I think Jennifer (my sister) said that this woman marries people off in a vineyard…?  I haven’t made the call yet (that was something I was going to do earlier tonight and didn’t), but dude, that would be COOL.  If not, well…whatever.  In the end, I just wanna marry my man.  I don’t care where we do it.  And I want to celebrate afterward in Giant City Park.

So, so far, I’ve mentioned that next month, I’ll be debating participating in NaNoWriMo and attending to (small) wedding details, including (I hope!) getting my engagement ring resized.  What else?  Oh.  Next week, I’ll be leaving work early for a couple days.  One day will be to return to the dentist for my permanent crowns.  I’ll be glad to have them; right now, I can’t bite into things with my front teeth because I could break them off.  Watching me chew can be interesting.  I have actually been tearing my sandwiches into bite-sized pieces at work.  It’s goofy.

The other appointment, I just made yesterday.  As anyone who knows me is aware, last summer, I had some major medical stuff going on.  I would start shaking like crazy, had constant headaches, nausea, and vomiting, all of which prompted me to go to the doctor.  They confirmed that my blood sugar kept dropping low–like, dangerously low–but they told me that I was not diabetic.  I did need to start eating snacks.  (Oops.  I kinda quit doing that.)  Still, they never did tell me if I was hypoglycemic either.

Well, other things have cropped up.  I have a permanent blur in one eye; one doctor had mentioned that it could be due to “diabetic changes,” although no eye doctors I’ve gone to have pinpointed for sure what it comes from one way or another.  And then the latest:   Sores on my foot.  Sores that I have no idea where they came from.  Sores that have been there for well over two months.  Sure, they look better, but they’re taking forever to heal.

Another symptom of diabetes.  So I’m going to go back to get checked again.  Keeping my fingers crossed that I don’t have diabetes, although I know it’s just a matter of time.   I’d really like to eat cake on my wedding day, damn it.

I’m so annoyed about the foot thing, just so you know.  The recent roller derby craze got me interested in picking up skating again.  (Er maybe it’s not a craze, and I’m just hyper aware of it because one of our supervisors is on the local roller derby team.)  As I’ve mentioned before, I used to be good at skating.  I doubt I am anymore, but once upon a time, I loved to roller skate.  Granted, I’m not so interested in roller derby, but I kind of miss my old past time.  Now, with all my foot problems, I don’t think that picking up skating again a good idea.  Last thing I need to do is introduce blisters to the foot-trouble equation.  *Sigh*

Moving on!  Meagan (I hope!) this weekend while she’s in town for a wedding.  She said she would like to meet Jim, to give her “approval” before we get married.  I had to laugh at this. 

“Well, I mean, of course, I’m going to approve,” she admitted.  “I mean, it’s pretty obvious that the guy is crazy about you.”

Oh, yeah.  You guys don’t even know the  HALF of it.  Of course, I’m pretty crazy about the guy myself.  But Meagan wants to meet him to give her “official” approval; I think Jim’s looking forward to meeting her as well.  I’m not surprised.  I’ve talked her up to him quite a bit.  

Also on the social calendar, a birthday party.  Maybe.  I was invited, but I haven’t done anything like that in so long, I’m now anxious about the idea of being around a lot of people.  The last birthday party I went to was…Nestor’s.  In 2008, about a month before I met Jim.  Damn, has it been that long?  I guess that’s probably a sign I should get out of the house more.

And the best way to start?  Getting off this damn laptop.  Signing off!

*poof*

I’m just kidding.  I’m not going out.  I’m just off to make my lunch, take a shower, and probably head to bed.  HA.