By the Numbers…

We are officially 35 days into 2018 and so far….. eh.

I don’t know what exactly I expected from the month of January but “eh”, is not it. I’ve been working on my book, not the other one but the scandalous tell all, I’ve been doing my blog, thank you for reading it, and I’ve successfully had 2, soon to be 3, published articles in the regional paper. Why is no body hiring for editors in this area? Or writers? Or actually paying me for my articles? Or my services? Well apparently I clearly expected a huge BOOM in business starting 1/1/18.

Ok, realistically I know that what I expected and what I am experiencing is natural however it doesn’t make it any better to understand. I know that in time the jobs will come and so will the pay checks. Although it doesn’t make working my regular full-time job (which has nothing to do with writing) any less unbearable. Especially since all I WANT to be doing is writing.

Letters to Chad (possibly being retitled) is almost, almost… done and then it needs final editing, then I can publish it. Self publish that is, unless someone wants to buy it and publish it. Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?

I just finished an article on a local craft brewery (posted in a separate post) which I think came out pretty good. It will be going in for publishing this week. It also happens to be my favorite “go to” place for a casual pint and good conversation.

While I am incredibly excited and grateful for the successes that I have had, so far this year, like any other human being, I am ingrained with the inherent complex of wanting it all. And now. There are still 330 days left. A lot can happen in 330 days.

I am officially 35 days into my Match membership and so far….. eh.

Same complaint, different day. A guy will favorite or like your profile which means that he is obviously interested. I send a message, because they didn’t, to say “Hey“. What do I get in response? Nothing. Zip, Zero, Nada. Why?

It makes no sense to me what so ever that you would mark “interested” in a woman profile and then not respond. If I mark “interested” in a guy’s profile, I send a message. Of course those don’t get any response, for the most part, either. It seems that the only message I am currently getting are the ones from guys who want their own kids and smoke.

Now I know what you are thinking “Change your filters“. Already on top of that. As a matter of fact, those two things (no smoker, no more kids) are deal breakers and yet I still get matches for people with those things on their bio. I am literally facepalming myself right now.

I have gone on 0 dates, so far, and the old booty call is still hot on my heals.

Now just to keep a running tally of the “eh’s” that’s 2 so far. There are still 330 days left (yes I used a calculator) come on… It’s Sunday, I’m drinking beer and my brain is not required to actually work. Plus, I was up at 4:30am, cut me some slack. My forehead is itchy from my winter hat. I feel way too bloated for my liking and it’s about 1,000 degrees in here. Of course that’s because of the Super Bowl prep going on in the kitchen. And maybe the beer has a little to do with it. I’ll survive. Oh, and I’m loosing my voice. Like permanently. Possibly. More on that later.

Lastly… Kylie Jenner apparently had a baby girl. Who knew she was even pregnant?! Everyone of course! Unless you’ve been living under a rock for the last 6 months.

It’s a short one this week as I’m doing 2 posts. It’s definitely a rant post but we all need 1 of those now and again. Enjoy!

Cheers! and GO SEAHAWKS!!!!

 

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