Happy Anniversary!! (Three Years of Polite Paranoia)

Wow.

I’ve been doing this blog for three years.  Only three people I know read it.  One of them is Hunny, and he listens to me read it aloud because he’s not much of a reader.  The fact that you are reading this blog is a miracle and I am thankful that you have stuck it out with me and read my posts.  I really appreciate having an audience for my voice.  Especially since being married, a caregiver, and a mother is time consuming, to say the least, and sadly this blog is the bulk of my writing.

Since this is the start of a New Year for Polite and (Paranoid), I would like to share three goals with you:

  • Share 3 posts with you a week
  • Share a short video monthly
  • Share how my non blog writing is going

Now, let’s celebrate!!

Are You Serious? or (Two Mini Updates)

Mini Update #1

In an earlier post, I mentioned that I was trying to get to my goal weight.  Well, I am .1 pounds away from it, and I have an exciting shopping story for you!

I needed a dress for an event that was coming up and didn’t have much time left to find one.  I decided to go to the consignment shop around the corner, which isn’t always a good idea when I have Cupcake with me.  She got away from me at a small store, tripped, and got a small carpet burn on her forehead.  I was desperate to find a dress, so I went with her anyway.

I found the perfect looking dress.  It was Nine West, black, and had a cool 60’s vibe to it.  The price was way more than I wanted to spend, especially at a consignment store ($50!  At a consignment store!), but I thought I would at least try it on anyway.  It was an eight.  I held my breath, hoping it would look as cute on me as it did  on the hanger.

Trying on clothes has been a harrowing experience since puberty struck.  After one scarring school shopping experience when I left the store without new clothes and bawling my eyes out, I have never been one to enjoy clothes shopping.  This time was different.

The eight was too big.  I couldn’t believe it!  There wasn’t a single black dress in a smaller size.  Even though I left the store empty handed, I was happy.  I don’t think I’ve ever been smaller than an eight before.

Mini Update #2

I’ve been working on my Writer’s Store Contest story idea.  I’ve even gotten some scenes sketched out.  I am actually putting myself out there, and I am really excited about it.  I will let you know how it goes!

Bonus Update!!!

For the month of August, I am watching one movie a day and discussing it on my blog.  Watch along with me or choose a movie for yourself.  Check out my 30 Days, 30 Movies page for more info!

Get your Remote Ready!

Wanted Dead or Alive Or (How’s my experiment going?)

I told you last week that I am acting like I have six months to live (for those of you who didn’t read that post, I am not really dying).  How’s it going?

One of the things I wanted to do as a pretend dying person was to let Hunny know that I love him more than anything and anyone outside of God.  I am not a morning person.  I am a sleeping person who loves sleep.  We sleep in on the weekends to make up for the week.  Saturday, Hunny got up and asked me if I would make breakfast “in a little while,” which usually means whenever I roll out of bed.  I laid there for a second and thought, “If I had six months to live, I would get up and make my wonderful husband a yummy breakfast.”  “You can sleep when you’re dead,” is a well known expression, right?

Well, it should be, “If you don’t sleep and you’re in a crabby mood, people are going to wish you were dead.”  Tired, sensitive me plus hungry, cranky Hunny equals disaster.

Let me set the scene for you.  The night before, I had frozen fish on top of the toaster oven, and a ride down the street with Hunny turned into a romp about town and picking up dinner out.  Hours later, Hunny noticed the fish and the fish juice had dripped into the toaster oven.  Yay.  He wiped down the toaster oven for me, and by morning I had forgotten all about it.

We had exactly two English muffins in the freezer.  Those being Hunny’s favorite, I thought they would make a perfect centerpiece for my love’s breakfast.  I popped them in the toaster oven and went into the other room.  Hunny yells to me, “You’re using the toaster oven?  What about the fish?”  I come into the room and smell my mistake.  I was upset.  Hunny was upset.  Not the loving breakfast for which I’d hoped.

Another thing I wanted to do was to spend more time with friends.  A friend of mine was free to get together this Saturday.  We were orginally getting together in the morning, but then we had to switch to late afternooon.  I had to check with my family first because they were going to have a cookout.  Well, Dad didn’t know when the cookout would be and my mom had other things on her mind.  Long story short, the cookout didn’t happen and I didn’t see my friend either.

0-2.

Leaving scripts behind for Hunny was another goal of my six months to live.  I have written three pages, since I started my experiment not counting what I am writing today.  Score one for me!  Finally!

Hello Newman!

Ok, here’s the deal.  My goal this year is to finish a screenplay.  A more lofty goal is to finish a screenplay by the Great American Pitchfest.  I heard about it on a screenwriting podcast two years ago.  The first year, I couldn’t go.  Last year, Hunny got jury duty and by the time he heard back that they were freeing him this time, it was too late.  This year, I would really love to go.  But first, I need a finished script to tag along for the ride.

I have four story ideas that have been bouncing around my head for a while that I want to get on paper.  The first year that I couldn’t go to the Great American Pitchfest, I tried and failed to finish Story Number One.  I left that one on the back burner because there were some stray lines that I couldn’t get back together and straighten up.  I am still not sure if that story is better told as a movie or a web series.  That is a problem with stories.  They aren’t always what they seem.  Last year, I didn’t work on any screenplays.  This year will be different, and is already different.

I think that this could be beneficial to anyone.  Really!  Let me tell you.  The Writer’s Store shared Jerry Seinfeld’s method.  Every year, he takes a desk calendar and every day that he writes new material, he marks it with an X.  His motivation is to keep the chain going.  The longer the chain of X’s the more he wants to keep it going.  It is a visual of how much you have actually done, too.  I started doing this last month, and I haven’t keep a chain going, BUT I know how much I’ve written.  I can’t say that about any other year.  I can see when I have written something and when I haven’t.  That is what will help me reach my goal of one screenplay finished this year.  This doesn’t have to be used for writing.  It can be used for painting, crafting, or practicing any task.  I recommend at least trying it.

By the way, if you’re reading this, where did you come from?  Also, thank you.  I feel less stupid knowing someone read something I’ve written.