Friday, March 18, 2011
Breathe out so I can breathe you in
A search for a hammer can be a metaphor for life.
Not blogging is the fastest way to rid myself of blogger's block.
It's not the first bowl of Cocoa Puffs that's the problem. It's the second.
I really do like my coffee bold and dark with lots of warmed half and half.
Whoever thought it would be a good idea to build decks with material that is a bee and wasp magnet should be tortured with their own phobias.
I really love the way Stephen Elliot writes his overly personal emails.
Political television after 11p.m. does not make for easy sleep.
It's the leap forward that turns MathMan and me into night owls.
When I've completed an organization task, I'm so bloody pleased with myself that I feel like someone should slap me. Or spank me. (Freida?)
I still hate bad dialog in books. If I am ever published and reviewed and the reviewer says I do shitty dialog, I will pile up everything I've ever written, douse it in gasoline and self immolate.
One can go a long way by not being an asshole to people who work with the public - like cashiers and waitstaff. I wish more people knew this and practiced it.
Vinegar has magical powers.
Deciding to throw myself into writing is a great way to get drawers, shelves and closets organized. It also cleans the oven. With vinegar.
While I really have cut back on Twitter and Facebook this week, I did open Twitter to follow back someone who's following me and while I was there I found out the MTV is bringing back 120 Minutes. Ah, the great sex of my youth that happened with 120 Minutes on in the background. (The sex is classified as great mostly because I was thin and unmarred by childbirth, it's not a true representation of quality which definitely improves with age and experience.)
Also, Facebook isn't all bad, even if it is a tremendous distraction. A young man here in C-Vegas used Facebook to get help during a home invasion.
There are things that overlap that make me stop and wonder. But I promise, I won't develop a system of belief about it that prevents you from buying alcohol on Sundays.
A cat staring at me while I eat is fucking annoying.
When I laugh or cry at something I've written, I feel like a jerk and apologize even if no one is around.
Filling out online job applications is fun!*
Easter candy talks dirty to me. I respond.
Music gets me in the mood to work. I listen to a particular playlist before I write. Here's a sample of what goes with my current work in progress...
It's a song that will forever symbolize a moment. One tiny sliver of time that ripples outward.....