negativecrow

The trouble with writing more on my work in progress and job hunting...

is less blogging here.
I know. Tear.

But the good news is I've got a couple working outlines, viable characters, a somewhat decent storyline, and a vision to move forward, where two weeks ago I had nada. zilch. zero.

Even more conversations with the first ex-wife balanced against a visit or two from the second ex-wife have me wondering where my life took that turn down derangement and into surreality. The more we see each other, the more I realize my second marriage took place with my eyes and mind turned off... god how can two people who feel like such strangers once have had anything resembling an inkling of a good idea to have gotten married. At the same time, if we hadn't agreed to the split when we did, it probably would have happened down the road and been complicated and messy whereas now it's just strange and confusing.

I dunno, i feel like the karma sponge - the one in any group that goes through all the strange stuff to have stories to share with the others...

I'll probably feel differently when this whole employment thing works itself out in one way shape or form...

Right now my life just feels disconnected and unreal, like it's happening to me but a me I didn't ever want to know.

Adversity and strange bedfellows, yes I know the -ism.