I Have Seen the Light And Been Converted
No, I haven't "found religion" and to quote one of my book's characters, Malachi, I also didn't know it was lost. Nor have I suddenly started agreeing with the whole "Romance is Porn" argument that has set the Romance Writer/Reader world on fire from last week.
Anyway, this blog post is not about that. This blog post is about Supernatural. The series that I have avoided for six seasons. And not for any real great reason. Okay in the beginning it was a good reason. When Supernatural first came out I was finishing graduate school. Hubby was finishing graduate school. And we had a toddler. There was no television in our lives. None. Because any free time we had was spent sleeping like the dead. So there went watching season 1. Then came the YEAR OF WHICH WE DO NOT SPEAK. Yeah, going from that title you can guess I didn't catch up then either. Then Supernatural became one of those shows that "yeah, I'll watch it when I get the chance to catch up on the back episodes so it makes sense."
Four years, three moves, one sick parent who needed to be cared for in my home, death of said parent, another child with minor special needs, the toddler becoming a super active elementary school kid, finding a job, getting a job, learning to hate my job, writing a book, submitting a book, getting said book published, working on second book. Well you get the idea. It's been a bit busy. So a dear friend of mine decided to end my excuses of "I'm just soooo busy" and buy me the complete series. All six seasons. Because the easiest way to persuade me to do something is to just hand it to me and let it sit, just where I can see it. Then damn it, I'll watch just one and then go back to what I'm doing.
Since I've been on bed rest it started with Sex and the City. Smart friend only let me borrow her copy and didn't buy me my own. Smart because I made it two episodes and turned that sucker off. Carrie Bradshaw makes me want to take too much pain medication so I don't have to deal with her anymore. Seriously, a pain medication filled haze was better.
So after my nap I tried Supernatural. OMG. I said "I'll watch one episode and then go write." After the first episode I said "eh, one more episode won't kill me." At the end of the third episode hubby acted in place of my self discipline and took it away so I could write this blog and start tearing away at chapters.
Why have I not been watching this show? My busy schedule should not have been an excuse. Now it will be my special reward for meeting writing goals. Meet a goal – drool over a Sam and Dean episode.
What about you? Are there any television shows that you found years after they aired and kicked yourself in the butt for not watching them sooner?
Anyway, this blog post is not about that. This blog post is about Supernatural. The series that I have avoided for six seasons. And not for any real great reason. Okay in the beginning it was a good reason. When Supernatural first came out I was finishing graduate school. Hubby was finishing graduate school. And we had a toddler. There was no television in our lives. None. Because any free time we had was spent sleeping like the dead. So there went watching season 1. Then came the YEAR OF WHICH WE DO NOT SPEAK. Yeah, going from that title you can guess I didn't catch up then either. Then Supernatural became one of those shows that "yeah, I'll watch it when I get the chance to catch up on the back episodes so it makes sense."
Four years, three moves, one sick parent who needed to be cared for in my home, death of said parent, another child with minor special needs, the toddler becoming a super active elementary school kid, finding a job, getting a job, learning to hate my job, writing a book, submitting a book, getting said book published, working on second book. Well you get the idea. It's been a bit busy. So a dear friend of mine decided to end my excuses of "I'm just soooo busy" and buy me the complete series. All six seasons. Because the easiest way to persuade me to do something is to just hand it to me and let it sit, just where I can see it. Then damn it, I'll watch just one and then go back to what I'm doing.
Since I've been on bed rest it started with Sex and the City. Smart friend only let me borrow her copy and didn't buy me my own. Smart because I made it two episodes and turned that sucker off. Carrie Bradshaw makes me want to take too much pain medication so I don't have to deal with her anymore. Seriously, a pain medication filled haze was better.
So after my nap I tried Supernatural. OMG. I said "I'll watch one episode and then go write." After the first episode I said "eh, one more episode won't kill me." At the end of the third episode hubby acted in place of my self discipline and took it away so I could write this blog and start tearing away at chapters.
Why have I not been watching this show? My busy schedule should not have been an excuse. Now it will be my special reward for meeting writing goals. Meet a goal – drool over a Sam and Dean episode.
What about you? Are there any television shows that you found years after they aired and kicked yourself in the butt for not watching them sooner?
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