First, a weird observation.
As both an avid reader and a sometime writer it seems almost inevitable that I become influenced by what I read. Case in point - the LGBT zombie apocalypse love story that I'm working on probably has something to do with how much I've been enjoying Mira Grant's Newsflesh Trilogy of novels, especially with respect to this year. Plus I also read World War Z and am looking forward to reading my in-queue Kindle copies of Double Dead and Blackbirds by Chuck Wendig. So that's a lot of zombie material.
At the same time, my current efforts to finish reading the first book in the Star Wars Legacy of the Force series has me wanting to write a few pages work of starfighter battle sequences involving fairly large fleets. Thankfully my recent completion of A Storm of Swords has NOT resulted in a desire to take a stab at epic high fantasy - at least not yet.
In other news, recent online conversations had me going back to an old reflection of sorts - I have little experience being single. I don't say this to brag or anything silly like that. It's more an honest admission that I got into a relationship rather early in my social life (around the time that I realized that I was old enough to consider my single) and managed to stay in that relationship for a good 7+ years. I never really experienced dating or trying to woo someone in a bar or getting shot down when my effects are deemed unworthy.
In some ways that's a good thing - I've never had to worry too much about my appearance in public and I've never really preened or dressed up in order to impress other people. I've cared for the types of clothes that I wear when I go out nor have I really worn cologne on a regular basis since more often than not it triggers my allergies. I've only really gone out to bars and clubs to have fun with friends and even better if with my partner - or in the case now partners given the unique dynamic of the ASA Family.
Although I don't know what it would really be like for me to live on my own for a while. Not that this is a particular requirement in life, but my naturally cautious and sometimes paranoid brain can't help but pose the question of what exactly would I do in such a situation in order to survive? And of course I'd still go to work and eat 3 (probably more) meals each day, but what kid of a person would I be outside of a relationship?
I admit that I'm very bad in the social arena and I hardly keep many friends. The people I hang out with at the bar are pretty much folks I met through Tobie or Prince and little else. And I barely have chances to see my classmates from high school or college, so what does that leave me?
Such thinking has me wondering if I'm just going to become some sort of a hermit should I ever become single again. I wouldn't even have the nerve to consider trying to date or anything like that. I'd probably just coast through life, enjoying things as best as I can and being content with a life without significant companionship.
Or maybe I'm just being a bit too pessimistic for my own good. I'm bound to encounter someone else, right? Um.
As both an avid reader and a sometime writer it seems almost inevitable that I become influenced by what I read. Case in point - the LGBT zombie apocalypse love story that I'm working on probably has something to do with how much I've been enjoying Mira Grant's Newsflesh Trilogy of novels, especially with respect to this year. Plus I also read World War Z and am looking forward to reading my in-queue Kindle copies of Double Dead and Blackbirds by Chuck Wendig. So that's a lot of zombie material.
At the same time, my current efforts to finish reading the first book in the Star Wars Legacy of the Force series has me wanting to write a few pages work of starfighter battle sequences involving fairly large fleets. Thankfully my recent completion of A Storm of Swords has NOT resulted in a desire to take a stab at epic high fantasy - at least not yet.
In some ways that's a good thing - I've never had to worry too much about my appearance in public and I've never really preened or dressed up in order to impress other people. I've cared for the types of clothes that I wear when I go out nor have I really worn cologne on a regular basis since more often than not it triggers my allergies. I've only really gone out to bars and clubs to have fun with friends and even better if with my partner - or in the case now partners given the unique dynamic of the ASA Family.
Although I don't know what it would really be like for me to live on my own for a while. Not that this is a particular requirement in life, but my naturally cautious and sometimes paranoid brain can't help but pose the question of what exactly would I do in such a situation in order to survive? And of course I'd still go to work and eat 3 (probably more) meals each day, but what kid of a person would I be outside of a relationship?
I admit that I'm very bad in the social arena and I hardly keep many friends. The people I hang out with at the bar are pretty much folks I met through Tobie or Prince and little else. And I barely have chances to see my classmates from high school or college, so what does that leave me?
Such thinking has me wondering if I'm just going to become some sort of a hermit should I ever become single again. I wouldn't even have the nerve to consider trying to date or anything like that. I'd probably just coast through life, enjoying things as best as I can and being content with a life without significant companionship.
Or maybe I'm just being a bit too pessimistic for my own good. I'm bound to encounter someone else, right? Um.
Just like I told Prince, you are part of my life. You will never be lonely again. And you know I keep my promises.
ReplyDeleteThis is your chance.
ReplyDeleteIf you need me, you know how to reach me.
But go for it. The world is waiting for you.