Hot, Hot, Hot

Well, duh…. Yes, it’s hot and humid in the Carolinas.  I don’t like it really humid, makes it hard to breathe and to think straight.  For example, I have lost all my good senses.  August is going to be busy since I have decided to attempt not one but two writing challenges.

NaNoWriMo is having a summer bootcamp.  They did it in July also, but let’s not talk about how that one went….  The bootcamp is a warm-up for all of us crazy writers who want to practice (yes, practice) writing a 50,000 word novel in 30 days.  We are all insane.  Enjoy the kool-aid.

How many of you have heard of NaBloPoMo?  This is the blog version of NaNo.  Yep, a new blog post every day for 30 days.  I’ll try not to bore you.

Hopefully all this writing will help use up some of the notes in my idea folder.  If nothing else, it should wear me out so I sleep better 😀

Wish me luck!

Keep Your Distance

This is my dance space.  That is your dance space.  Can you feel when someone you know is putting distance between you and them?  Some times it’s very subtle.  You’d have to really know the person to realize what’s going on.  Other times it’s as obvious as an elephant in your living room.

So why do people do it?  Why do we sometimes feel the need to push people away?  I’m a very social creature.  I can be alone without freaking out but I’d rather not.  I like having someone close by that I can talk to, bounce ideas off of, tell naughty jokes.  There are times when I like my space.  Usually when that mood strikes I have to get in my car and just drive.  I’ll pick a spot and take the long way there and back.

I’ve met many new people in the last few years.  Some are still distant enough to be acquaintances.  Others I have gotten to know well enough that I would call them close friends.  I treat all my friends like family.  I keep them close to me.  I care about each one of them in ways as varied as they are.

I can tell when they need some space.  One doesn’t want to meet in person because he’s self-conscious.  One draws back when he realizes he does care and wants to get a grip on his emotions before I notice.  Another is sinking into depression and wants to hide it.  One wants to keep it as just friends but will text everyday like when we were together because he misses me.

They each want me close, but will do their damnedest to keep me at arm’s length.  But that’s okay.  I can do that to.  If I’m close enough that they start to irritate me I just go silent for a day or two.  Bury myself in projects and ignore the world for a while.  When I’m ready to play the game again, I come out of my cage.  There’s usually someone within shouting distance.

So, shall we dance?