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Writer's block
Apr. 7th, 2006 02:00 amI want to write. Wanting to, apparently, isn't enough. I need to have something I feel compelled to write about, and conjuring a topic has been diffcult this week. Last month I posted almost as much as the two previous months combined, and it was easy. Some days I came home from work eager to write. Some days different events in the news or in my life would jump at me, begging to be recorded and commented upon.
Right now, I am just tired. I stopped at the house and saw my kids for a few minutes after work today. Sam was painting an Easter picture. She's quite good, in my very biased opinion. I need to find a way to encourage her to keep practicing her creativity and hopefully to develop it. Anyway, I was home and crashed in bed by 7. Completely unable to keep my eyes open, I gave into sleep the way that a tourist in New York gives in to a mugger: quietly, with remorse, and wondering "why me?"
Right now I'm doing laundry and procrastinating about paying my bills. One of the up-sides of living alone is that there's no one telling you what to do. One of the down-sides of living alone is that there's no one telling you what to do. Which is how I find myself doing laundry at 2am, watching old war movies on AMC and rambling on about it on-line.
I have next Monday and Tuesday off. Monday will be spent catching-up on life: registering my car, following-up with the court about my last petition, and maybe taking the plunge and getting a DSL line. Tuesday I've an appointment with a new attorney to talk about my son's school situation, which I also need to take a couple of hours on Monday and prepair for. Saturday is the annual fundraiser for the hospital for which I'll be again bartending. Tomorrow (or should I say, tonight) I want to go to the movies. Sleven looks promising. In-between now and then I may or may not update. There ought to be something inspiring in all that.
Right now, I am just tired. I stopped at the house and saw my kids for a few minutes after work today. Sam was painting an Easter picture. She's quite good, in my very biased opinion. I need to find a way to encourage her to keep practicing her creativity and hopefully to develop it. Anyway, I was home and crashed in bed by 7. Completely unable to keep my eyes open, I gave into sleep the way that a tourist in New York gives in to a mugger: quietly, with remorse, and wondering "why me?"
Right now I'm doing laundry and procrastinating about paying my bills. One of the up-sides of living alone is that there's no one telling you what to do. One of the down-sides of living alone is that there's no one telling you what to do. Which is how I find myself doing laundry at 2am, watching old war movies on AMC and rambling on about it on-line.
I have next Monday and Tuesday off. Monday will be spent catching-up on life: registering my car, following-up with the court about my last petition, and maybe taking the plunge and getting a DSL line. Tuesday I've an appointment with a new attorney to talk about my son's school situation, which I also need to take a couple of hours on Monday and prepair for. Saturday is the annual fundraiser for the hospital for which I'll be again bartending. Tomorrow (or should I say, tonight) I want to go to the movies. Sleven looks promising. In-between now and then I may or may not update. There ought to be something inspiring in all that.
