it's a convoluted mess
Writing is hard. It’s a very cyclical thing for me. It moves along in stages. What those stages are, how long they last, and whether or not I recognize them as they’re happening all vary on a case by case basis. Right now I’m in the JFC everything is crap stage. It happens. I’ve spent a lot of time staring at my writing folder—like I do—trying to discern what I should be working on. Truth… Keep reading…Swinging at smoke…
It’s three in the morning. I have an appointment at 10AM. Sleep is for the weak, apparently. I’ve been trying to sort out the latest writing debacle happening in my head and I think I’ve only served to confuse myself further. I am good at things. It’s no secret that I repeat myself constantly when it comes to writing. (And everywhere else, but we’re not talking about that right now.) When a story loses steam… Keep reading…Holding down this spot…
1.) The beginning of this week was sixty degrees. It snowed on Thursday. (Barely a dusting that didn’t last but it still snowed.) Today didn’t even get above freezing. Oh hey, Minnesota. You finally figured out it’s November. 2.) On a recent stop at Chipotle, we saw Chris Colfer’s teenage doppelganger. I noticed him standing in line and had to do a double-take because his profile was so distinctly similar it was bizarre. I wanted… Keep reading…So stay…it’s okay…
Every time I sit down and try to compose a coherent blog post it just turns into a massive train wreck of gibberish. No, no. MORE than usual. So listing it is… 1.) Last Friday morning I woke up with a scratchy throat, which got progressively worse throughout the day, and now I’m on day eight of nondescript plague. It’s like it’s trying to be a chest cold, but it’s spinning its wheels at the… Keep reading…Leave the door wide open…
Actually sometimes I WISH I drank. Like right now. So I could dull the pain of a uterus who is a demonic sonofabitch trying to kill me. 1.) Next week is Christmas and we haven’t even put the tree up. 2.) Last weekend (a four-day weekend no less) we both had a mystery plague that tried to be a chest cold, but couldn’t quite get over the hump. So that was fun. 3.) I spent… Keep reading…Sometimes I drink…
I was looking at spice grinders on Amazon and everything appears to be marketed towards pot smokers. I just want to get a consistent texture in my Italian seasoning mix not make pot brownies. Whatever. In my current—never ending—writing drought, I find myself still fixated mostly on one project. I might not be making progress, but it’s holding my attention. That’s something, I suppose. I’ll eek out a few lines here and there, but not… Keep reading…Maybe I’m just high…