March Books: 2/5? I forgot what I set as a goal this month. (When All the Men Wore Hats)
I’m in a weird spot where I can’t make progress on any of my bigger goals because of other life responsibilities. I only have the outlining workshop portion of my class left to film, but I do need a decent chunk of uninterrupted (ish) time to do it, since it will be a longer section, and I need the kids to not be home, so I probably won’t be able to get to it until next week sometime. And I have a fairly major Scout thing to work on as well (unrelated to the drama) but that needs to be put off until the end of the month. I’m lucky enough that my work stays at work, so I’ve found myself trying to find ways to be productive/creative despite not having anywhere to really put that energy.
(Still no clue on the index cards with the holes. My new plan is to ask everyone who comes into the office but especially people older than me. I shall report back. Thus far people my age have proven to be no help.)
Occasionally I will go through a phase where I decide I am not dressing appropriately for my chosen vocation. I don’t know why I do this, but I do, despite most authors dressing like normal people. Some authors I know do wear more goth or alternative styles, but in general, authors are people and people are people, and everyone should do what makes them happy.
And, surely, I would be happier if I dressed like a forest witch.
Would I really? I mean, logically, no. Arguably I would have done so a while ago otherwise.
But I do cycle back to the idea periodically, and here we are again, because I can troll Pinterest and pretend it’s productive and that I am getting somewhere with something.
That being said, Pinterest is, like, so much worse than I remember it being. Every other “pin” is actually a product, so when you click on it you end up on some other site, and it feels like fully half, if not more, of the images that do exist are now AI generated.
Also, the intersection of stuff I like versus clothing that will look good on my body type is smaller than one would hope.
The idea remains, however. I bought a couple of dresses off of Amazon, and they were both see-through, so implementation is not going well.
(The solution, of course, is not to buy cheap crap off of Amazon. I have run into an issue, though, where the only sites that seem to sell the styles I like are scam sites (no doubt generating the images through AI) and sometimes Amazon has something that is remotely close and has non-terrible reviews.)
(If anyone knows of a legitimate site that sells fantasy-esque clothes that are not $400 a pop, let me know.)
Also, arguably, when I do buy something more fantasy-esque, I don’t wear it, except maybe to a writing conference or a convention, so I am trying to pick things that I won’t feel weird about wearing to the grocery store.
Is this all silly? Absolutely. Does it make me feel somewhat productive? I guess? It at least gives me something to do until I can focus more fully on stuff that actually matters.
Does anyone actually care what their favorite author looks like, or if they look appropriate to their genre? Doubtful. I wonder if some of it is not just a way to distract myself from other, more important things. Or a yearning for a simpler lifestyle, where I would live in a cottage with an overgrown garden and write with the window open while my tea grows cold beside me.
Who knows?
See you next week, squiders!
