Dateline 7-31-2017
/Even though I've been writing daily posts about what I was up to on any given day for the past four plus years now, I still find that in real life, the hardest question for me to answer from friends is, "What have you been up to?"
It's not that I expect anyone to read all or even any of my work so it's not that I expect them to already know and not have to ask, but it would be nice if the catch-up question at least acknowledged that people knew I was up to something.
Hell, I have a friend that checks in about once a month to ask, "So, what's going on these days," to which I always answer since the beginning of the year, "Still doing the Saturday Night Live thing that's going to keep me busy for the next two and a half years." This is always followed by, "Oh yeah, I've seen you posting about that on Facebook. I need to check that out someday."
I guess this approach is supposed to allow me an out in case I quit the challenge and moved on to something else, but this person knows that I don't give up, especially when it comes to my challenges.
The blog aspect of the "What have you been up to," isn't even really the part that I dread. The part that I hate is the fact that I don't have a real answer to that question that will satisfy the expectations of people who seek normalcy as a way of life and often get that tilted dog head look of confused concern as I verbally weigh out my options.
As I've gotten older, I've learned to edit out the day dream aspects of my plan to the point where now when I'm asked it seems like I'm up to nothing at all so it's just easier to avoid the discussion altogether because at best all I am going to get is a verbal pat on the head for riding out my dreams or looked down at for staying too late to the party so I'm finding it easier to just avoid the question altogether which is partially why I now keep to myself.
Hopefully, the day will come when I will live a justified life that others understand but until then it's looking like it's just going to be me and my head sticking to this plan as I ride out this failed writer's lifestyle until the wheels fall off.
Oh well, we'll see what happens tomorrow and as always I'll be sure to keep you posted on what does.
Talk to you then,
The Wicker Breaker