It seems like it wasn't too long ago that I was posting about having my gas siphoned out of my Jeep at night while it was parked in my driveway. Well, bandits have struck again. This time they took advantage of the fact that my kids didn't shut the garage door after playing like I had told them to. They got into my wife's van and took about 50 dollars in change that was headed for the bank and her wallet.
I try to imaging what this person (or persons) needed the money for. Was it kids from one of the local schools? Someone that I may have offended at some point? Was it a professional that cases subdivision after subdivision, taking the change from unlocked cars? Was our car the golden goose? Furthermore, does that good luck cement my house as a potential repeat target? I suppose the thrill of the find would associate "good feelings" about the deed on a psychological level.
Whoever they are, it wasn't very nice. It just wasn't my week. Things were rough at the new job. The folks back East that I have to coordinate fix actions with seem very adverse to change. The impermeable attitude that security lacks urgency seems daunting, to say the least. I had to bite my tongue and take the high road during a meeting because I realize that the prize of being right is too high, I've still got to work with these people in the future. But my lack of defiance only seemed to bolster their mistaken premise that they had been correct in the matter. Oh well, you can't control everything, you've just got to do your best and move on. I did my part, I pointed out the deficiency and when it fell on deaf ears I took another route and got the answer I needed on my own. Sure, let me do your job for you! Oh, there I go again. I'd better stop that.
I worked on Ethereal Wings a bit more the other night. I am in a bit of a stalled state as I try to adjust to this new job and the demands it requires. Do I push myself to study for Certification tests one after the other, or do I try to balance writing and studying on top of working full time? The answer is actually a simple one... I should try to write each day, even if it is only for a short while. To avoid doing it because I'm "too busy" is nothing short of an excuse -- a bad one at that.
I came up with another idea for a short story compilation. Ideas are a dime a dozen when you aren't sitting down to get them into print. I wrote it down to add to my list for when times are tough inspiration-wise. As it stands I've still got two unfinished short stories and a novel that needs attention. The funny thing is that I know I'm not alone on this one. I've heard from several other writers who find themselves in the exact same place. We all face these roadblocks but we've just got to keep pressing on, keep moving forward.
Unexpected things will pop up in our lives. We'll be wrongly chastised in meetings when we're right, we'll be called liars when we tell the truth, our trust will be violated, people will lie to us, our pets will eventually die, our friends will betray us... in the end it isn't what happened to you that is important, it's how you reacted. The same is true for our characters. We give them the worst of it but we also give them the courage to find a way to keep on going. If we have such a gift to give, how can we not see that same courage within ourselves? Just keep writing. You can do it.