Not one of the best writing days today. I’m bad with transitioning between projects when I don’t have a deep mind on what it is I want to say in the thing I am transitioning to. Normally I use that back burner to marinate thoughts. Right now, I’m coming up with revision ideas for the two stories I knocked out over the past few days. Going to this 3rd and final work is hard because I haven’t even had it in the back of my mind. I’m playing off notes here and the play isn’t all that effective yet. I probably got two hundred good words out of it. Maybe even half that if I’m being honest with myself. The project calls for fifteen thousand. Yet I somehow expect to be done with this madness by next week. That’s a writer’s life right there for you. We look at the impossible and say, “yeah, I got this. Give me a sec to get right.”
I’m right on the cusp of Father’s Day weekend and don’t have a clue what to do with myself. Sure, the Lady Talis could dream up some lovely like she always does, but this is supposed to be my day about my wants. So, what do I want? Therein lies the problem. I put a lot of mental energy and belief into the idea of going to New Orleans this weekend with my kid for an official visit to Tulane. He’s there. I’m not. His choice. I’ve been saying this for weeks now, if that is any indication of how much it hurt me to the core. So now I need to figure out how to spend Father’s Day after being treated like dirt by my kid. What am I going to come up with to do that erases that or at least puts it out of my mind?
I guess you realized by now that this is the subject that stayed on the backburner instead of the writing. Well, at least the insult is over and now I can put my mind back on myself and the coming holiday. I don’t know what I want to do with it. I just know I want to be happy and recognized for my contribution to these kids’ lives. Is that asking too much?
Some Thoughts:
- Absolutely Bonkers Headline of the Day: “New York Knicks revel in their NBA victory parade as joyous fans and celebs fill the streets” In 5 no less. What’s truly wild is that the 73′ Knicks never got a parade. This is for them too.