No one really solid idea to write about today, just a bunch of knick-knack-polly-whack-give-a-dog-a-bone-this-B-F-G*-came-waddling-home micro-managing-guv'mental-style-not-my-job-man postal-increase snippets to offer up to my ye olde denizens of this mountainous weblog.
1} I went tripping down memory lane last Friday when I needed to get a few things for my bi-weekly visit to the facility I do payroll for. Usually I get the items that I need, which is a half tank of gas for the car and lunch, near where I live. However, this time around, I was seriously short on funds, which meant that wherever I was going to fill out my tank, I also needed to buy lunch as well.
So I decide to go to a particular gas station (Valero) in a section of town that I haven't visited in a while. Now believe it or not, even though I live in a smallish size town (population 30K+) there are still some parts that I haven't visited in quite some time. "Quite some time" is something in the range of 2 to 15 years. In this particular case, we're talking about 4 years in between visits.
Anyways, I bought my gas and went inside not only to pick up a few things for lunch the next day, but to pick up a dozen eggs for home (sadly there were no eggs to be had). While the clerk was ringing up my purchase, I enlightened the clerk with my memories on what this particular location and area used to be like when I worked there some 20 odd years ago (mid-80's). Kind of blew him away in the process. So I grabbed my stuff and headed for the first available c-store on my way home.
Now this particular store (called "Your Store"), while it was one that I remember from my days while working at that particular gas station, was one that I've never set in. Kind of strange to travel by something first on a daily basis, then on a monthly/yearly basis and never set foot in it. Anyways, I bought my eggs and got into my car. Just when I was about to pull out of the driveway, I got another memory about the package store that is adjacent to the c-store. Back in the day when I was grunt worker, we had someone who stopped in and from time to time would ask the various employees to commit, shall we say, misappropriation of funds from his employer. As an added incentive to ease our conscience, he would take us to this package store and buy us whatever kind of booze that we wanted. I only did this once, and I walked out of the store with a couple of gallon jugs of wine for my parents.
Thus with my errands completed, I returned back to whence I came and vowed that next time I would shorten the time gap for my next visit.
2} I had a conversation a few weeks ago with a writer friend of mine about a particular book review. I had basically e-mailed him to give him a heads up about the book review and I also wanted to compliment him on his story that appeared in it. Anyways, he happened to mention that he was able to take that type of genre in question in small doses, since that type of genre (crime fiction) can lend itself to leaving a sour taste in the readers mouth (I'm not quite sure what the exact reason was that he stated, so this is just a basic summation of his point). At the time, I didn't feel the same way, but now, after thinking about the type of e-zines that I've been reading for the past several months, I would have to agree with that sentiment.
A few of the e-zines that I've been reading, The Flash Fiction Offensive and Thrillers, Killers 'n' Chillers, have been so downright dank and depressing, that I can see why some people would only be able to take that type of writing in seriously small doses. Granted, there are some good writers out there who churn out some pretty decent stuff, but after spending most of 2011 reading them, it seems to me that the same half dozen themes are being slowly pounded into oblivion. And because of that pounding, it seems like everyone is now trying up the ante by making their stories more disturbing than whatever their fellow writer can come up with.
What's this mean to me? Well first off, this probably means that I won't actively go exploring any full length novels in this particular genre, since I've come to the realization that I can only deal with this stuff in small doses as well. Secondly, because I can only deal with this stuff in small doses, it means that I need an antidote to counter the dank darkness and the occasional sour taste that I get afterwards. I did find that antidote, which is another e-zine (The Cynic Magazine) that is somewhat lighter and thus acts as a great counter balance to those other e-zines.
3} It's been three weeks since I deactivated myself from Facebook, and the lack thereof has been a lot less painful than I thought it would be. One of the unintended consequences of not being on Facebook is that I've been able to jump start my writing again. I've belatedly realized that Facebook was becoming a major detriment to my writing, in that I was spending way more time on it than I should've been. So no Facebook means that I'm able to budget my down time more efficiently, which in this case means I can squeeze a little normal writing (as opposed to blog writing, which so long as I have access to a pen and paper, I can do anywhere) in between things like family and job hunting.
4} No four to speak of, but I do need to explain the asterisk. B-F-G stands for Bald Fat Guy.