To say my restart has cranked down to a stop would be like saying a fossil just can’t move so fast anymore. The family death is no excuse. I’ve simply not been terribly motivated to get back in the saddle and get back to writing. Oddly enough, I have more stories in me now than at any other point. Maybe that mental traffic jam is the problem. Too many ideas does seem like a good problem to have on the surface, but it isn’t that great of a problem to have at all.
Some Thoughts:
- My wife, after being gone for close to two weeks is very much vacationed out. Me, I want a vacation. Compromise is on the horizon.
- I’m struggling with understanding how Mistresses is going to keep the storylines going. They all seem destined to culminate by the end of this short summer season and not very well at that.
- I want to do one of those bus disappears one day. The way it works is you stand still until the bus comes and once it crosses in front you run alongside the thing until you hit a hiding spot. Simple, remarkably childish, yet devastatingly cool in execution.
- Dear Media, quit trying to scare the excrement out of me. I’m not constipated and the world is not likely to collapse around me any time soon.