Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Batting 1.000 with this post

Okay, for the few who haven't figured it out: I love baseball. It's a terrific game. I follow most of the teams via the Internet, and tend to cheer for underdogs in general.

Also, one of my few indulgences other than sweet foods is collecting oddball MLB memorabilia. I know I am not the greatest collector, nor the wealthiest, but I do what I can.

Among my most recent acquisitions are a old 1992 David Justice poster and a paper copy of a Vin Scully portrait, complete with his Hall of Fame acceptance speech. Neither is in particularly good shape, but hey, I'm not really trying to collect these things for the money.

I suppose we all need little hobbies like this, for fun and entertainment. Of course, some people might think writing is my hobby. Not really. It's just one of the things I do.

My early posts in this blog were full of baseball notes and news, partly because I was still figuring out the whole blog thing, and partly because I wanted to show my enthusiasm. In retrospect, it would have been better to make a single blog post devoted to the subject and just save the rest of my posts for the main topic: writing.

I can say I'll try to limit my baseball-based posts to occasional ones, but I guess I can't help. The game is just too much of a part of me to let it go. I know quite a few people can relate; we all have our own passions and interests, after all.

Well, since I need to go and get some sleep soon, I'll try to dream of baseball. Either that, or the plot of my current novel-in-progress. Either one works, right?

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Little bits and pieces

Of news, that is.

I just finished up a decent draft of my short story submission for the anthology. Next is proofreading, and then I get to mail it off. It feels good to have that done, don't it?

This past Sunday, I celebrated my grandfather's 80th birthday. It makes me feel a little old myself, despite the fact I only turn 27 later this year. After all, I'm old enough to remember the 90th birthday of some of my great-grandparents (one of which, if you remember, I wrote a prior blog post about).

I suppose no one gets any younger. (If you do, let me know how you do it, please.) Of course, I'm aware of the fact that the oldest person in the world is 115, so...

I will be moderately busy this week, but by next week I should be able to jump back on the wagon of working on my next novel. As fun as the short story was, I'm ready to get back to writing more crazy adventures of [NAME REDACTED]. I'm sure if you could actually see the name of the character (stupid mental auto-secrecy), you'd be excited too.

Also, I'm following baseball as always too, which means one of my later blog posts may be more about that again. I know, I tried to stay away from it for a while, but baseball is in my blood. What can I say?

I also need to do some spring cleaning on the side. It's something I don't like doing (because it takes away from writing time), but I have been putting it off. So, again, next week expect me to break out some trash bags and dust rags. (This week, you have to settle for my bad rhyming skills being broken out, or just broken.)

Well, I suppose that covers everything. Until next week, I am Chris Mitchell the Author. At least, I hope I am. If I'm not, then I have more serious problems than cleaning to deal with.


Monday, May 7, 2012

My kingdom for glasses

Well, one of the nose, things on my glasses broke recently.

I've had these glasses for several years, so I suppose I've gotten good mileage out of them. Other than that, they are still in relatively good condition.

I remember getting my first pair of the things back when I was eight. As was typical, I got a good deal of flak from the class bullies in school. "Four-eyes" was something that got tossed around a lot.

Back then, it hurt more than a little. Of course, neither I nor the bullies (thankfully) were aware of the much more serious methods of harming people emotionally.

I suppose I'm lucky in that the glasses I wear are more for reading than anything else. My family has a nasty history of really bad vision problems, but thankfully that seems to have skipped me. I can generally function for the most part without them, although obviously I can't type this blog post.

For now, I'm using a band-aid (or whatever this brand is called) as an improvised nose pad...thing. Until I get the opportunity to have the thing fixed (or get new glasses, whichever comes first), improvisation will have to do. And I'm good at that...I think.

Either way, this is not a setback in any way. I'm still writing, still living, and still going strong. And barring weird accidents, it should stay that way.