![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mmerriamWhen I realized that this would be my 100th post I felt a bit of pressure. I should say something witty, or important. I can't just let post number 100 be a silly meme or some other trivial thing.
So I decided to talk about being on Live Journal. It seems reasonable after all to discuss what the little service had done for me, and it has done a lot.
First, it has given me a place to talk to people, without actually standing in front of a real human being. This has been helpful, because I tend to freeze up around new people. I can't help it, I'm painfully shy and awkward around people I've just met. In a weird way, LJ has helped me work on getting past that. By giving me a safe place to talk to people I'm interested in, it builds confidence in my own abilities to interact with people in the real world. This has helped me interact with people who I meet at, for example, Conventions. Other writers, editors, members of fandom, I want to get to know these folks, but I've always been so nervous and awkward and unsure. While I'm still quiet, I at least feel moderately comfortable in social settings again, most notable to me being the Twin Cities Speculative Fiction Writers Meetup, where I feel very comfortable talking to everyone. I'm still low-keyed in person, but I'm less of a wallflower.
Live Journal has also given me a good place to let people in my life know what is going on. My far away family can read up on my journal and see that I'm still alive. People can see how I'm dealing with the vision loss. They can read about our vacations and conventions. They can follow along as I try to wring a novel out of my system. Then, when I really do talk to them for real, the conversation can be more targeted, at least in what they want to know about what's going on with me.
Finally, LJ has been a good place for me to write down what's in my head (not unlike what I'm doing right this minute) and then sort through it.
So tell me, what has LJ done for you? Has it changed something about you? Made your life better? Sucked up too much of your precious time?
In news of the Michael, 600 words on Novel A, and some scene sketches today. Not too shabby, but I would have liked more. Wrote another 400 words on the short story Jenny's Magic and started getting ready to send four short piece out next week.
I still can't get the new laptop online. Even though there is a Nic card in the box, the ISP software refuses to recognize it. I think I might have an IRQ conflict somewhere.
Made a nice dinner of Alaskan Pollack baked with lemon pepper and garlic, shrimp scampi, penne rigate smothered in creamy pesto sauce, and garlic bread. I suspect that the reason![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
careswen doesn't really want me going back to work is because when I'm home I cook more elaborate meals for no special reason. She's gotten use to having a cabana boy, err, I mean house husband, around to handle all those dreary domestic chores, which I like doing. Yes, that's right gentlemen, I enjoy doing housework.
So, there you have it, post number one hundred.
In Deep Peace
Michael
So I decided to talk about being on Live Journal. It seems reasonable after all to discuss what the little service had done for me, and it has done a lot.
First, it has given me a place to talk to people, without actually standing in front of a real human being. This has been helpful, because I tend to freeze up around new people. I can't help it, I'm painfully shy and awkward around people I've just met. In a weird way, LJ has helped me work on getting past that. By giving me a safe place to talk to people I'm interested in, it builds confidence in my own abilities to interact with people in the real world. This has helped me interact with people who I meet at, for example, Conventions. Other writers, editors, members of fandom, I want to get to know these folks, but I've always been so nervous and awkward and unsure. While I'm still quiet, I at least feel moderately comfortable in social settings again, most notable to me being the Twin Cities Speculative Fiction Writers Meetup, where I feel very comfortable talking to everyone. I'm still low-keyed in person, but I'm less of a wallflower.
Live Journal has also given me a good place to let people in my life know what is going on. My far away family can read up on my journal and see that I'm still alive. People can see how I'm dealing with the vision loss. They can read about our vacations and conventions. They can follow along as I try to wring a novel out of my system. Then, when I really do talk to them for real, the conversation can be more targeted, at least in what they want to know about what's going on with me.
Finally, LJ has been a good place for me to write down what's in my head (not unlike what I'm doing right this minute) and then sort through it.
So tell me, what has LJ done for you? Has it changed something about you? Made your life better? Sucked up too much of your precious time?
In news of the Michael, 600 words on Novel A, and some scene sketches today. Not too shabby, but I would have liked more. Wrote another 400 words on the short story Jenny's Magic and started getting ready to send four short piece out next week.
I still can't get the new laptop online. Even though there is a Nic card in the box, the ISP software refuses to recognize it. I think I might have an IRQ conflict somewhere.
Made a nice dinner of Alaskan Pollack baked with lemon pepper and garlic, shrimp scampi, penne rigate smothered in creamy pesto sauce, and garlic bread. I suspect that the reason
careswen doesn't really want me going back to work is because when I'm home I cook more elaborate meals for no special reason. She's gotten use to having a cabana boy, err, I mean house husband, around to handle all those dreary domestic chores, which I like doing. Yes, that's right gentlemen, I enjoy doing housework. So, there you have it, post number one hundred.
In Deep Peace
Michael
