First World Problems

I finished my first full pay period in my new job, and it wasn’t too bad. I had forgotten how boring and mind-numbing some of it could get but as it requires minimal concentration I was able to listen to my next book club audiobook during those tasks.

This new job really has the potential for me to set up a routine that will facilitate healthy practices and, I am hoping, time for creative pursuits. I’ve been writing in my journal trying to sort out some stuff but the only creative writing I’ve been doing is this blog and it’s not very heavy on creativity.

I’m feeling almost overwhelmed by the need to write but nothing inspiring comes to mind. There are no characters having conversations in my head, no action scenes unfolding, and no settings or plots revealing themselves. With as many books as I’ve been reading, you would think it would trigger something.  

I know part of the reason why is that this damn election has completely infiltrated so much of my life. I spent hours the other day “educating” a former high school classmate I’m FB friends with on the correct information about how FEMA works and how damaging the spreading of misinformation is.  

Early voting has started here and I’m going to cast my ballot this week. Maybe that will be enough to let go of some of this angst, though I doubt it. This anxiety will not likely go away until after the results are announced. Then there will be either joy or despair. Please universe, God, Goddess, beneficial deities, or whatever, please, please, please let it be joy!

In the meantime, I’m spending some of my time fielding phone calls from my mom about which of the things left in my old room I want to keep, throw out, or donate because she’s preparing it for my son moving in with her. I feel guilty that I’m not there helping but we’re dealing with some medical stuff here that makes going back tough right now. They are going to need to figure it out without me and to be honest, I think my input would not be good at this point anyway.

All this is to say that my head is not a creative space right now, and it’s causing me some grief. Maybe I should try some other forms of creativity. A couple of weeks back we painted some Fall/Halloween decorations, and it was fun. Maybe the wife and I can do some more of that.

Anyway, that’s enough of my entitled whining and complaining about my first-world problems. Hope y’all are taking care of yourselves and reading really good books!

Books 85 and 86

“Daffodils and Deadly Deeds” and “Halloween Parade Peril” by Victoria Tait

These are the next two books in the Dotty Sayers mystery series. I am still enjoying them very much and can’t wait to read the next one. They are being slowly released on Kindle Unlimited so now that I’ve caught up to the schedule I will have to wait days between to get the next ones.

Book 87

“Buried in the Stacks” Written by Allison Brook and narrated by Mia Gaskin

I have no idea how this ended up on my library shelf. It’s part of a series I’ve never read before, and it wasn’t the first book in the series either so I was missing some history. The author did a decent job of providing enough so it would not hurt the story though. It was entertaining but I probably will not go and find the first one or the rest.

Books 88 and 89

“The Clairvoyant Countess” and “Kaleidoscope” by Dorothy Gilman

These were super fun books by the author of the Mrs. Pollifax books. I wish there were more, but she only wrote the two and as she’s now dead there won’t be more and that’s a shame.

Only eleven books left until I reach my reading goal for this year. I’ve got this!