Yesterday I gave notice at my day job. I’ve been flipping books there for seven years and I have a lot of great memories and I now know far more about the book industry than I really wanted to. The real question is what do I do with myself now?
Over the past few months, I’ve started a couple of draft posts that haven’t gone anywhere useful. The first one was just some stupid monologue about running that was so full of narcissistic bullshit that I almost puked when I read it back to myself. I’m honestly not sure what filters were missing that day to even allow such idiocy, but I’ve safely banished it to the dustbin. The other post was little more than a title, but it too is now lost to the void.
For many men out there, November was Movember, a month for farming facial hair to promote awareness about men’s cancers. A decent goal, but one that I can’t really participate in. You see, I can’t grow a beard to save my life and my mustache is neither elegant nor manly. So for me at least it was a solid month of shaving with my new safety razor. Another month of learning to be hip and old-fashioned.
In true Little Bay Root style, I’ve decided to try shaving with a blade again. I used an electric for years. It was easy and fast, but I struggled with ingrown hairs and other skin irritations. I have a weakness for ritual and more and more lately, I have found myself drawn to the idea of shaving with a blade. This time however I would forsake the disposable razor and get a bit closer to tradition and use a safety razor.
So, I still haven’t been bloginating much lately. Honestly, I’ve been focusing on getting my feet back under me and nurturing my creative urges. I’ve been in the kitchen a lot, making pickles and canning. I’ve been writing a little too, but mostly working on an outline that I can use when NaNoWriMo comes around in a couple of months. To make matters worse, I’ve been muddled with business ideas that range from artisan distillery to indie publishing.
A month has passed since I last posted here. During that time I had one of those milestone birthdays that is supposed to make me feel old. I must say that it worked. About the same time I managed to sprain my ankle while running. This lead to close to a month of pain and weakness. I used a cane for a couple of weeks in concert with a brace. What a way to ring in my new-found old age.