I haven't written much... That's... well, reasons are many, but mainly because I have been trying my typing hand at the short story again. I did write them frequently back in the day. Recently, I re-tackled a "Bob the Dark Lord" short story I had started years ago... and, not only did that cause a blood clot in my ankle (I was writing it when the clot happened... .Hey, did I mention a trip to the Mississippi River I had before I was forced to end my travels? It was awesome!!!!), but ignited a flame at the very bottom of my deep dark soul. I wanted to write some more stories. I mentioned once how I love stories... Let me clarify. I love good stories. There are some bad stories. Anyway, I've been just sitting here trying to come up with ideas. Now, the obstacle I threw in my way was this idea to do a story using different thematic tones unlike like my other stories..... Not so cynical, etc. That has been the snag in this tale of non-writing woe. I've had ideas, but none of them tred new ground, well, new ground in my terms. That bothers me. So, I've been reading again for inspiration. I have a pile of new books to tackle, and I want half of them finished before I work again. I was hoping for another short story by then too... That... well, that isn't going to happen as long as I keep thinking the way I do which always gets me into trouble. For the last month, I've just been thinking about stories... and none came... and ... and... damn. I want to write a story. I was thinking about writing one about the new kitten that keeps bothering me and her relationship with the two existing cats. I thought that might be interesting. However, the ideas again cover the same old ground. I will back burner that idea. I want new ideas.
When I blog, I also like to write things I see in everyday life... You know, something came along that sparked a thought... But, what can I write about when I am held hostage by my own body, and stuck on various couches, a chair I call the "gimp chair" (the gimp chair is nice... It's a lounge chair I use to sit outside. I've napped in that chair. It's a great, and nice gimp chair. All hail the chair known as the "gimp chair!" ), or on a very uncomfortable futon bed in a place I call the "crypt"! AND, when I do get to experience the world, it is in the form of some medical lab or medical office? AND, when I am force fed shows on Nick or the Disney Channel!?!?!?! I saw Hannah Montana in concert in 3-D... TWICE!!!! FUCK!!!!! That stuff kills ideas! KILLS IDEAS!!!!!! Errrggggg... Oh, I did get to grill some... Flesh turned out great, thank you very much.
Because I am forced to watch the TV equivalent to a brain hemorrhage, ideas are sucked right out of me.... nothing! I have to put my kudos out to Disney... That channel of theirs is a marketer's dream! WELL DONE!
Yeah, not much to say on my account. I am on the mend. I am on drugs. I am gearing up for the rest of my life... AND, I am ... ummm.... shit... oh, and have been given permission to actually do stuff again... not major stuff... but stuff... So, I went to a convention. That was.... And, I can take short bike rides.... And, I can do some chores!!! In honor of my new found freedom, I am going to water seal my sister's deck! YEE HA!!!!
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