I'm a Pervert

The grumpy people across the street recently sold their house. These were the kind of neighbors that you live opposite for nearly a decade and have shared maybe 10 words. They don't wave, they don't say hi, they don't acknowledge you even when you are both in your front yards. But they took care of their house and their yard, so I guess by suburb standards, that made them good neighbors, right?

But, the thing I wanted to talk about today was the new family that moved in. Or at least the men that are helping the new family move in. It is nearly 90 degrees out today, so I can see four young men, all shirtless, carrying in large pieces of furniture from the Uhaul truck into the house. I want to sit in my living room and watch them. Just watch them as they lift things, their muscles bulging, glistening with sweat. Oooh, one just stopped and grabbed a drink. He ran it across his chest. Oh gods.

How sick and perverted does that make me? I think they are all at least 18, does that make it any better?

First vs Second Job

So, which is my first job and which is my second? Is writing my first, or is my EDJ (evil day job) my first?
I work part time, with the chance to go full time for about 6-8 weeks at a time once or twice a year. Financially it would be nice to be full time all year, but we take what we can get, right? I would love my writing to be my first job, but unfortunately, like most of us authors, I am not at that stage just yet.

So, in the last few weeks my first job has taken over my life. I was asked to come in and basically play "catch up" for someone that has been let go as she hasn't been doing her job for a while. So I get to work 12 hour days on average (many of them more than that) with people complaining because I am forcing them to do things in a short period of time that they should have been able to stretch out over time.

And I haven't written one word of a story in all that time.

Yesterday I had my little "breakdown moment" when everything got to me, and I realized that I need to start being true to both my halves. The half that loves what I do in the EDJ, and the half that loves what I do at my computer when no one else is around. (write, silly, get your mind out of the gutter)

So, given the nature of my EDJ I may not be able to take my jump drive in and write on my stories during my lunch half hour, but I CAN take an hour at home at night, put away my paperwork and just write. I can take that lunch half hour and not work.

I need to remember that I am not just the person at the EDJ. I have a life and responsibilities outside of that. So today is a day for errands, cleaning (maybe) and WRITING.

And I am so excited. :)