Every Jazzercise instructor has their own stage personality, which is usually a revved up version of their regular personality. I (like probably every other Jazzerciser) like different things about each of them. Every Jazzercise instructor at the Taylors center (the best Jazzercise center ever) is fabulous, of course, but they are each unique. My favorite thing about Myra, whose class I took this morning, is her colorful Jazzer-talk. I don’t mean colorful in a vulgar way, not at all. Myra is a Christian woman, and not prone to vulgarity. But her brand of Jazzer-talk is entertaining, and helps keep our minds off the pain. Keep in mind, the following Jazzer-sayings are delivered in a room full of women. (Despite what I told Jim when I tried to get him to go, I’ve never seen a man at the Taylors center except on Valentines Day when they have a special sweethearts class. Men were few but regular at the center I used to go to in faux-Greer.) Anyway, here are my favorites of Myra’s Jazzer-sayings: 1) Keep those headlights up now. This one, obviously, helps us remember not to slouch. 2) I’m not bitter. This one usually is pulled out when someone is going on vacation–which requires the instructor’s permission, so that we can a) live through the traveler, and, b) talk about her while she’s gone (only in an envious way). Myra’s last vacation was to Dollywood, and I think she said that was five years ago. Bless her heart, she’s dedicated to her vocation–and her children. 3) Hold that pose. Myra is also dedicated to flair. 4) Life’s too short–shimmy. This is my favorite, and, I think, good general advice.
So, I made it to Jazzercise this morning. Yeah! And, I wrote for 6 hours, give or take. No rejections in the mail, so, all in all, it was a good day. And, for the record, I did not have a Mega Moo Mocha Moolatte last night, although I was sorely tempted!
Wow, Where Did That Week Go?
It’s Friday already again. I feel like somebody stole a week from me. I didn’t get everything done that I needed to…I want an extension!! I made it to Jazzercise three times this week and did not pass out a single time, although I thought I had for a minute in Wendy’s class yesterday. Why is it that when an instructor is trying to loose weight, (Wendy had a baby a while back) we all suffer for it? That girl was in turbo drive. She worked us like marine recruits. She sure looks good, though. I asked her what she’s been doing, and she told me the name of some program she’s doing that’s like Weight Watchers, but with a Bible study. Now, I don’t know about y’all, but I think there’s something basically wrong about getting weighed at church. I’m already confessing my sins, putting me up on the scales to document them is just going to send me into some sort of traumatic episode that will no doubt lead to stress eating. I think I’m just going to pray before I get on the scales at home, and hope for the best.
I had two writer’s group meeting this week. Monday night was the Christian Writer’s Group. We had a small group, but a lot of good discussion. I took the second scene in the new novel I’m working on. I can’t talk about that one yet. Something in my circuitry gets fouled up when I talk about something before I write it. It’s like all the life goes out of it. Last night was our first Thursday meeting of the SCWW (South Carolina Writers Workshop) Greenville chapter. There were sixteen people there, and ten readers, which is a lot. I read the latest version of the first chapter of my novel, Lowcountry Boil. It went pretty well, I think. I don’t know what I’d do without all those extra sets of eyes. It’s amazing to me how many times I can read the same sentence and not realize I’ve left out a word. Overall, it was a good week for writing. There were a couple of days I didn’t get my four hours in, but there were also a couple that I wrote for seven or eight. The blogging thing is off to a slower start than I’d hoped. I think for the accountability thing to work, I’ve got to do it more than once a week!! In the immortal words of Scarlett, tomorrow is another day!!
In The Beginning
So, last night halfway through Jazzercise, when Casey was holding forth about accountability and trying to sign us all up for ‘Personal Touch’ (which I absolutely cannot afford at my current rate of pay as an unpublished writer), I decided to create a blog. I figure, I can be accountable to my blog for free. And there are so many things I need to be held accountable for, not just exercise, although that is a biggie. When I started pondering the list of things I felt like I should do (and be held accountable for), I had a panic attack, so decided to pick the three biggies: making church on a regular basis, getting my oversized derriere to Jazzercise and writing every day.
I’m not an experienced blogger. I’ve read through one or two, but this is new to me and I’m learning as I go. If anyone actually reads this stuff, please be patient with me (and help hold me accountable). For the record, my name is Susan Boyer. I am of legal age, and that’s all I care to say about that. In the interest of fairness, I have to tell you that I have a long way to go to become a skinny anything. I am 5′ 7″ inches tall and weigh…wait a minute…I’ll go get on the scale right now…NOT. I am overweight, okay, let’s just leave it at that until we get to know each other better. Two years ago, the company I worked for for eleven years went belly-up, and I decided that if I was ever going to be a writer, it was now…then…whatever, I’m still working on it. I write most days, but some days I get distracted, going off on tangents researching this or that literary agent, conference or contest. Those are important things if one ever wants to get published, but some days I spend too much time surfing the internet and not enough writing.
Today is Thursday, and I will write for at least four hours, go to Jazzercise, eat healthy and plan what I’m going to wear to church on Sunday so as to have one less excuse. Peace, out…