Something. Anything. Need to flush my brain. I've been so lost for words lately.
Nothing creative is coming out. I just stare at the blank pages and zone. My characters are stuck. The ones that don't know where they're going are sitting, waiting for me to tell them where they're going, but when I don't even know, it gets a little tricky. The ones that already have their stories down, but just need a little more meaning and development, sit waiting, doomed to be two dimensional and simplistic in nature for the rest of eternity.
As for the not so creative endeavors, I've got so much going on in my head that I just can't put into words. I try, and I usually just come up with sounds that I don't really know how to spell. Most of them good sounds, but some are overflowing with worries and fear.
So here I sit, writing about not writing. How lame is that?
I should sleep. Sleep would be good. But to sleep means I have to get up in the morning, and go to work, and worry that I'm going to be stuck in this job forever, and worry that Moon is going to screw up my Health Plan while I'm in Texas, and worry about a bunch of other things.
Then there's Texas. I've got the money. I can make the trip. I really can't afford it though There are so many other things I need to be spending money on. It'll be good though. Chryste and I haven't done a road trip together since New Orleans in 1994. Just as long as we remember to bring the Violent Femmes along, everything will be great.
Okay. Stopping now. I have more I want to say, I think, but if it gets written, it'll be filtered.
Oh, and
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nina, I understand where you are completely.
Bed. Must go to bed. Tomorrow will be better. Things will look up. Good news is on the horizon. I'm not a flounder!
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