Curvy Jones on: The One Where It’s Kind of Like Seinfeld

by Curvy Jones on January 12th, 2010

… you know. The show about nothing?

I feel like everyone on the internet has already said everything I want to say, so I’ll just agree with the Universe. Yes. I agree. Completely.

So what’s going on? Stuff.

The year is off to a busy start. I’m hoping it stays that way. Me with nothing to occupy my mind, I think is what leads to boredom and depression. And eating. We don’t need to be eating. Well at least not eating more than needed. And might need to eat a little less. And do a little more moving. But… we’ll just go over that later.

I have been doing some writing, chipping away at my ‘Get Your Words Out’ word count goal for 2010. My YTD goal at the moment is just over 20,000 words. Not too shabby. I need to write ~25,500 words a month to keep up. That doesn’t include NaNo in November, which will give me about two months of wordcount by nature, so I’m not worried if I don’t hit that number, some months. Just aiming for it is good enough for me.

One of the things I wanted to do this year was write more SHORT stories. Drabbles and snips and pieces, so I’ve started entering blog contests. These usually aren’t all that serious. The prize is nothing more than your work appearing on a blog, but it would be nice to be ‘featured’ like that, so I am gonna go for that, a few times a month. I entered my first contest today. I’ll find out the results at the end of January. I enjoyed writing the piece though and I’m really happy that I was able to wrap it up in a few thousand words and not have it drone on and on.

Much like this blog post.

Last weekend, a friend and I made our fangirl dreams come true by launching StillNsync. Yes, it’s what you think it is, a fansite that answers all your ‘whatever happened to that one guy that used to be in Nsync’ questions. It’s fun and we’re pretty proud of it. It’s been a feverish, long suffering, labor of love and we have much more to come. As fans of a group that doesn’t exist, we feel like maybe we’ll be able to catch up with all the stuff out there, and have one central place for fans to come and remember and celebrate and squee and sing along and download.

I’ve also been busy doing some reading. Music and books really help me in my writing. I always feel like my brain needs to be fed and my creativity needs to be nourished. When I don’t read for awhile and I am watching too much TV and not really even thinking at all, my writing suffers. Not just the quality but the ease in which the words come to me… I just feel dry. So I’ve been watering my brain. I review the books I read on my writing blog. Recently I’ve read:

Sugar – Bernice McFadden

Her Fearful Symmetry- Audrey Niffenegger

Rainwater- Sandra Brown

I’m hoping to add to the short list of books I’ve read by reviewing what I read. It really helps me think in terms of an author and a writer. I read books once for content and enjoyment and again for structure and style and seeing how each author puts their story together, weaves it into a fabric, and then gives it back. Mmmm. Love it. Hoping I’ll see my name on the spine of a book someday.

What else? Hmmm.

Yeah, so. My dad, I think, is not well. I don’t think my mom is, either, but she puts on a good front. He calls, pretty frequently now, just to hear my voice. He talks a lot about being worried about me because I don’t ‘do’ family. I’m a loner and always have been. I love people until they’re near me, and then after awhile I kind of want you to go away. That’s bad, I know. It is the way I am and I gave up trying to change me or apologize for being me awhile ago. Life is a lot less stressful when I’m not trying to be someone else. I dont know how my brother is getting away with not having to deal with them, too. I kind of feel like they’re heavily leaning on me and he’s not pulling his weight in helping to lift them up. It’s been two years. I’m TIRED.

SIGH.

Work is… work. Busy, thankfully. I don’t like being bored at work, pretending to be working but not really doing anything. That’s stressful, too. I’d rather just be busy. Makes the day go faster.

I’m still fat. I still kind of don’t care. I’m still trying to decide if I’m ready to do something about it. Not sure yet. I bought some accessories and things but… it’ll be a waste of time and money if I’m not ready.

So, it’s been all over twitter and the internet and such, this mysterious statistic about black women and marriage and how the two shall NEVER meet and black men hate us and they all want to marry white women and blah blah BLAH. You’ve read it, you’ve seen it, you’re as tired as I am of it, but like me, you can’t help but kind of laugh. My Twitterpals and I have made kind of a running joke of it, which is really the only way I can deal with the every 3 months, like clockwork report about how much black women suck and how much we’re doomed doomed DOOMED, OMGWTFBBQ.

I think this is all a ploy. Therapists and retailers and self help book writers and Ben & Jerry’s are all conspiring together to keep themselves rolling in dough. When we start to calm down and shop less and eat less and read fewer ‘How to Catch a Damn Man Already, You’re Not Getting Any Younger’ books, they release another report, which is supposed to send us flying back into the streets to start the cycle all over again. Well. Yeah.

I’m on to you people. Not falling for it this time.

I think that’s it, from this corner of life. I hope to have a more exciting update for you next time! Or not. *shrug*

CurvyJones

Curvy Jones is a northerner playing a southerner who is living, working, playing in metro Atlanta.