Saturday Selects: New Year’s resolutions are a joke

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Saturday Selects is a series of posts I write the first Saturday of each month in which I discuss something unrelated to the general bookish theme of the blog. This month we’re talking about those damn resolutions everyone is talking about.

“I’m going to the gym more.”

“I’m eating healthier.”

“I’ll start looking for a better job.”

These are just a few examples of resolutions people tend to toss out just about every year. And they piss me off. I have no issue with setting GOALS for a new year. I mean, I’d hope you have some goals for yourself. But what I don’t understand is how come everyone and their mom has to suddenly decide to change just because the calendar says January and the year has changed. I don’t understand this.

I want someone to tell me why January is the only month of the year that one can decide to change for the better. I’ll wait so you can type your response…

Still waiting…

Got nothing? Thought so. It’s stupid. 330 days out of the year you’re perfectly fine with yourself. But oh wait, January comes around and suddenly you want to be better. Yeah…no.

If you really wanted to change something about yourself or do some things differently, then you’d have done so long before the new year. If you want to come up with a meaningless list of things you’re going to do differently, then that’s when you start running around telling everyone your resolutions for the new year. News flash: you’re not fooling anyone. Not even yourself.

Rant over.

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I’m an Inspirational Blogger? If you say so

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I was nominated a little while back for the Inspirational Blogger Award by Heather. Thank you. I’ve been nominated for a million awards by a number of bloggers, but I don’t always accept because who wants to read posts with random facts about myself and no real book stuff? I don’t even want to write those kinds of posts. But I’ll accept this one because it only requires seven random facts and I won’t be nominating anyone else because my favorite blogs don’t change and I’ve already nominated several of them just a short time ago.

Seven Facts

1. I hate people who talk with their mouth full. You’re probably thinking that everyone does. No. DO NOT do it in front of me. I will yell at you to shut the hell up. Not joking at all. Annoying and disrespectful all at once. Get out of my sight.

2. I’m always hungry. From the moment I wake up until I’m falling asleep. Whenever old people tell me that their teenage son or daughter eats a lot, this is me in my head, “You have no idea what it means for someone to eat a lot. I bet I eat double what they do.” Remember, bodybuilder over here.

3. I appear to be collecting a stash of Smoothie King cups at my desk. There are six cups here. Yikes. I get a smoothie everyday after the gym.

4. I love naps. I even have a fairly specific nap schedule.

5. I have no friends. Okay, just a small few. I’m perfectly fine with that because I don’t want to hear about anyone else’s problems, anyway. I do rather enjoy talking to some people. Some.

6. I was almost kind of popular when I was in fifth grade. First, I’d finally made it into the GT class, which was where all the popular kids were. Not kidding. And second, because there was this fitness test that I can’t remember what it was called…maybe Presidential Fitness Test, it was something. There was a White badge, a Red badge, and a Blue badge. Students’ fitness was tested in gym class via a number of predetermined exercises like push-ups or pull ups. Well, in my fifth grade year I was the only person with a shot at the Blue badge. I think it had to do with your height and weight or maybe your birthday? I honestly don’t remember, but I was the only one. I’d done everything I needed to get it until I got to having to run the mile. This was the most sure thing out of everything for me, I loved running back then. I needed maybe an 8:10 or 8:30. 0r it may have been just below 8:00. BUT when my class went out to run it, I had some breathing trouble and couldn’t possibly come up with the time needed for the Blue badge. Some amount of time later, my gym teacher had me do it again before school at like 7:00 in the morning. I ran a 7:13 mile and earned myself the coveted Blue badge. But there’s more. A list was kept in the gym of the best mile times in the history of the school and I’d made the list! Something like tenth or so. I left the school before I could ever actually see my name on there, but it was great knowing I’d made it. AND somehow or another when I went to my first class that day, EVERYONE knew about my mile running. I felt like a celebrity. It was nice.

7. I’ve had six best friends in my life. I’ll even name them for you. Larry. Terrance. Leslie. Lana. Lilly. Sydney. I no longer talk to any of them. Except Sydney, who of course is in my book. So I guess that means she’s my favorite? Yeah, I’d say that. She’s also the only one I trust. And she’s funny. And holy crap she’s about to be a nurse!

No nominations this time around, so that’s all I have for you guys!

Finding Time to Write

Photo Credit: Andrew Lazo

Before I begin I would first like to tell you all a little about myself that you may or may not already know. I work 16 hours a week Friday-Sunday. The other four days of the week are supposed to be my ‘writing’ days. Now we can begin.

Generally speaking, we all have a million things going on that always seem to get in the way of our writing time. I’m no different. It just happens that my hours are not spent at a job like I know most of yours are. But I assure you that there are countless things that pull me away from my writing time, because it’s not like we can sit down and write for five minutes and get up. That’s not what I call serious writing. Personally, I can’t write for less than about an hour, and I often write for longer stretches of time than that.

Sleep

But the point of this post is not to tell you how long I write, it’s to tell you why I often find myself not doing so. I hate to say it, but I have an absolutely horrendous sleep schedule. I’ve never put a clock to it, but I figure I sleep somewhere between 10 and 12 hours every 24. Ever since I earned my degree last May I’ve not had that concrete sleep schedule that I had for the previous 16 years of my life when I had to wake up for school everyday. I always find myself napping even after just waking up. I don’t know any other person who sleeps as much as I do. Maybe a baby somewhere?

TV

I’ve reached the point at which I consider myself a TV-holic. Seriously, there aren’t enough hours in the day for the number of TV shows I watch. Here’s what’s currently on.

Monday: The Voice, The Following, Bates Motel, Switched at Birth, The Fosters, Jeopardy!

Tuesday: The Voice, Ink Master, Marvel’s Agents of Shield, Jeopardy!

Wednesday: Nashville, American Idol, Best Ink, The Americans, Jeopardy!

Thursday: The Crazy Ones, American Idol, Jeopardy!

Friday: Jeopardy!

Saturday: Cops

That’s 20 different things waiting for me to watch on my DVR every week! What am I to do with all of that other than watch it?! I have a confession. I usually watch the shows on their original air dates just a short time after they’ve begun so I can skip the commercials. I don’t think any more needs to be said about my TV watching, because I’m sure after looking over that list that it’s apparent I have an obsession.

Gym

I’m a bodybuilder. Truthfully. Even though my training sessions don’t typically last more than about 70 minutes or so, the last thing I want to do after getting home from the gym is sit down and write. I’d rather shower and eat and lie down and watch one of my many TV shows. That isn’t changing. I work much harder than most people in the gym, and frankly, I’m tired afterward. The creative juices just aren’t running.

Reading

I read A LOT. Not so much recently, but I read more than anyone I know personally. I have to, right? Because you can’t be a good writer without having first been a good reader. I love reading just as much as I love writing, but sometimes another author’s book pulls me away from working on my own. It’s a little unfortunate, but my reading is what got me here in the first place. I can’t just give it up.

Just a bunch of excuses

At the end of the day these are all just my excuses not to write, because if I want to write then I will and if I don’t then I won’t. It really is that simple. I may have the next chapter or two or ten played out in my head, but they’re nothing if only rattling around up there. I’m always thinking about my story, but it’s much more difficult for me to sit down and get fingers to keyboard.

So I ask you, what do you do to find time to write?