Seriously, I don’t know how good (read paid and making it financially or aka J.K. Rowling and other) writers do it.
Okay, here’s the deal for me tonight.
I have a million things spinning around in my head. Several great topics started. One…or two…almost finished. Nothing ready to post. This is not like me. I usually post without thinking and that is painfully evident to us all…please do not comment on that reality.
But in the last 48 hours I have had…
….the I.J. break up with me (okay, really, really that’s good, because remember the post about that dating problem awhile back that got so much interaction?….Well….hahaha!) Really, you so need to see the email, but…I haven’t had the freaking time. He decided to break up with me (in a sense) and I decided to really do nothing about it…hmmmm…maybe I should have done something different? But we’ll all never know because this week I have no time to sit down and write anything more thoughtful and creative than “I have no time”. That sucks! How do good writers get around that?
…the news delivered to me that my most recent X (God forbid there will be more than I already have) is going to be married soon. That’s always great fun…and in my case…I’m not really joking…it is fun! I have just one more excuse to quit here and do something else…maybe in another country or…at least at a university…whatever…I’m leaving this place and not feeling a bit bad about it…I don’t care how long it takes. I’m not going to live in this valley and run into two brainless (okay that was mean) women who push their boobs out and look at me like, “Hey, we got what you weren’t capable of keeping.” Yeah, have that ladies, if that’s what makes you happy.
But, of course, that all brings to mind the idea that a failed relationship is not all one person’s fault. So, I’ve denigrated the X’s plenty…it is only fair to ask…what part of the failures do I own? Would make for a decent post maybe?
…Wow! Tons of stuff on the professional front to tangle with. I’m waffling from feeling like I have my game on to “I got next” every other minute…it’s a real trip and I kinda like it…but that ‘s because I’m in a place in life where I can afford to play…take risks…and have fun…(read, I’m secure in my job and my abilities at least right now).
…the news delivered to me that my youngest has a freakin’ high I.Q,~ Oh, man, sucks to be my kid, sucks to have friends that are school psychs….and sucks to be the cute little blonde girl who is sooo underachieving and has a (mostly) brunette brainiac mom.
I could go on, but won’t.
The writer’s demise is this…there is so much to write about…and so little time…and where do we carve that time out…because good…scrap good…any writing takes time. Where does one find the time in the daily schedule of life?
I guess we just wait for the weekend…