And God said: "You are a ME-damned idiot!
...but I love ya anyway."
As May ended there was no clue that the events of July and early August would happen.
I was just grateful to somehow make it through another month.
Then inspiration struck me in unexpected ways.
I set aside my concerns a bit, last month, to write during breaks at work...and at another place.
This effort resulted in a 24 page, handwritten story, of around 3700 words, on an 8 1/2 by 11 yellow legal pad.
Oh, and a 333 word poem to get things off to a rousing start.
I then transferred this to Word for editing and a bit of a re-write, as point of view changed 4 pages in.
What prompted this spurt of intense creativity?
An essay in the Houston Chronicle struck my fancy in such a way that I spent my break times at work, for days, writing. I even took photos for the story.
Other inspiration led to other poems and essays, compliments and my 2nd opportunity for compensated writing, but this story was my main pre-occupation.
As I began editing my poem and story, worried about being short on my rent for August, I got a positive 1st yr. job evaluation, soon learned I'd been promoted to FT at work, and got a raise, both effect the first week of September.
I also learned I was among those chosen to write a, compensated, blog post to help promote a new cat food coming on the market.
Last week a fire broke out in my apartment building but didn't spread to my end of the building.
My bike has a flat and a host of other issues that would cost me twice what it would cost to get a new bike to fix but I can't do either.
Since I can barely keep my bus card filled with funds this was not a good development so, one day, I decided to try to walk to work, and about 8 mile jaunt. An hour in my body, especially my legs, knees and ankle told me I was an idiot and I rested for 30 minutes before taking the bus the rest of the way. It would have taken me 3 1/2, maybe 4, hours to walk to work.
As I sat in the McDonald's at work a woman wearing a black t-shirt with white writing approached and sat near me.
The message on the shirt?
"Keep calm and carry on."
The fire, a few days later, was a scary moment and I could have just sat in my apartment in the growing dark; instead I used available light, first in my apartment, then the hall, then outside, to work on my story.
I do not know what will happen at the start of Sept. when the rent and some bills are due again, but the compensated blog post, my story and poem, and the funny way I coped after the fire have all helped me to "keep calm and carry on."