What do I do with too much free time on my hands?
Yep, I am blogging at work again. Again I will have to post this later as the firewall here won’t allow me to access it but oh well.
So, last time I discussed psychoanalyzing myself in my free time. But how exactly am I doing that? Well, as a writer of course I am doing it in writing. I am keeping a document called ‘log’ on my work laptop that is getting updated pretty much daily right now. In it I have my thoughts for the day as they happen. It is interesting to go back and read what I put down even a few days ago.
But at least I am writing… daily writing even… whether it is fiction or random squee moments doesn’t matter. I. AM. WRITING. Every piece of writing advice out there tells you to do it daily.
Today’s keyboard discussion with myself is prompted by a couple blog posts by a certain nerd actor from my childhood. He’s not much older than me so the tv memories are similar. But he reminds me that I as ever bit the geek/nerd then as I am now. Technology. Sci-Fi/Fantasy. That was my escape then as it is my escape now. I just have more access to it now. I am also free to enjoy it now as I was not then. Why not as a child? The life of a small town Midwest girl… at least my version. The tv was controlled by my mother for the most part. She taped her soaps on VHS cassettes every weekday then the evenings were all about watching said soaps. To this day I cannot force myself to watch those shows. It wasn’t until I was a teenager that I got my own tv in my room. That was a little 12” that absolutely did not get cable. We had cable some of the time I was growing up but only on the main living room tv. Eventually Dad split it into their bedroom but never upstairs to my room.
But when did I get to experience the above mentioned nerd actor and all the shows he mentioned in his own blog? Summers and weekends. To a point. I still had no control over the tv thanks to an older brother but at least he watched some of the shows. More of a jock (ok, a complete and total jock… how are we related?) but with a fondness for Sci-Fi. So summer days and weekends when he could claim the tv from Mom (because she wasn’t home and he was supposed to be watching me) were our times. Godzilla was a frequent one on the weekends. When we could find it, Star Trek. I know there were others but those two stand out. Oh, and the Bela Lugosi movies. Any fear of monsters I might have had was quickly squashed under the ridicule of my older brother. One other tidbit, we had to watch these things when absolutely no parent was around. Dad might tolerate cheesy Godzilla but that was the extent of it. Said older brother and I hid our favorite novels for fear of them getting thrown out when Dad saw that we were reading about monsters and magic.
There you go… a little peak at my childhood memories. These things all go into making us who we are today. Care to share any of yours?
SK
Yep, I am blogging at work again. Again I will have to post this later as the firewall here won’t allow me to access it but oh well.
So, last time I discussed psychoanalyzing myself in my free time. But how exactly am I doing that? Well, as a writer of course I am doing it in writing. I am keeping a document called ‘log’ on my work laptop that is getting updated pretty much daily right now. In it I have my thoughts for the day as they happen. It is interesting to go back and read what I put down even a few days ago.
But at least I am writing… daily writing even… whether it is fiction or random squee moments doesn’t matter. I. AM. WRITING. Every piece of writing advice out there tells you to do it daily.
Today’s keyboard discussion with myself is prompted by a couple blog posts by a certain nerd actor from my childhood. He’s not much older than me so the tv memories are similar. But he reminds me that I as ever bit the geek/nerd then as I am now. Technology. Sci-Fi/Fantasy. That was my escape then as it is my escape now. I just have more access to it now. I am also free to enjoy it now as I was not then. Why not as a child? The life of a small town Midwest girl… at least my version. The tv was controlled by my mother for the most part. She taped her soaps on VHS cassettes every weekday then the evenings were all about watching said soaps. To this day I cannot force myself to watch those shows. It wasn’t until I was a teenager that I got my own tv in my room. That was a little 12” that absolutely did not get cable. We had cable some of the time I was growing up but only on the main living room tv. Eventually Dad split it into their bedroom but never upstairs to my room.
But when did I get to experience the above mentioned nerd actor and all the shows he mentioned in his own blog? Summers and weekends. To a point. I still had no control over the tv thanks to an older brother but at least he watched some of the shows. More of a jock (ok, a complete and total jock… how are we related?) but with a fondness for Sci-Fi. So summer days and weekends when he could claim the tv from Mom (because she wasn’t home and he was supposed to be watching me) were our times. Godzilla was a frequent one on the weekends. When we could find it, Star Trek. I know there were others but those two stand out. Oh, and the Bela Lugosi movies. Any fear of monsters I might have had was quickly squashed under the ridicule of my older brother. One other tidbit, we had to watch these things when absolutely no parent was around. Dad might tolerate cheesy Godzilla but that was the extent of it. Said older brother and I hid our favorite novels for fear of them getting thrown out when Dad saw that we were reading about monsters and magic.
There you go… a little peak at my childhood memories. These things all go into making us who we are today. Care to share any of yours?
SK
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