I found my Magic: the Gathering deck while packing the other day. I have more to say about it, but no time right now. For now, let me show you the card that shares my nickname. I didn’t plan it that way. I didn’t even know the card existed. Still, now we are connected for eternity. Cool.
This post is nothing more than me letting everyone out there know that I am still alive. You’re welcome.
But seriously, we just moved into a new place and it’s been hectic. Maybe I’ll make a more thoughtful post tomorrow, maybe not. Let me think about it. Until I return, enjoy this picture of a handsome monkey.
This is the metaphor for my writing today.
What? No, not the pancakes! The syrup. Sticky, slow. Not quite as sweet. Maybe a little browner?
It’s tough, is what I’m trying to say.
*wonders if he should have made the metaphor about chewing a piece of leather*
So, I am taking a small break. Fixing up the ol’ blog here. Cleaning things up, adding some new stuff like the Twitter feed and the link to my Pinterest off to the right there. I’m also hungry, and that’s no state to write in, I say. Lunch soon, and that means Netflix time with my sweetie. We’re indulging in our love of Korean drama by watching 49 Days. It’s getting good, too. I try to limit myself to only one or two episodes a day so I don’t lose too much creative time, but it can be damn hard. I’ve always loved watching movies and TV, even if I’m more selective in my less-young age.
I think I’ve procrastinated long enough. New “Awkward Hawk” post coming tomorrow afternoon. Hope to see you here!
In case it wasn’t obvious by the gap between this post and my last, I go through periods of time when I just don’t keep up with things. Productivity comes in waves. I’m at the crest of a wave right now, or at the very least climbing upwards. I’m hoping to revive this blog and keep up with it this time.
I don’t want to disappoint all you loyal readers out there, right?
*a cricket chirps. Yes, one cricket. I don’t even rate high enough for more. Why do you feel the need to point this out to me?*
But seriously. I’m struggling to get back into my writing, and the blog is one of the steps in my journey. I’ve already broken the “no ideas” barrier. I can brainstorm and gather inspiration just fine most days. I just need to get beyond the “page of freewriting done now I can do nothing for the rest of the day” wall. I need to work on projects again. Actual stories, man. Beginning, middle, end. With titles.
The most important goal is to gather so much momentum, every single day, that the next time I feel myself dropping from a wave, I can surf my way right up the next with minimal delay.
Hang ten, dude.
This weekend promised to be a busy one. Today is a friend’s birthday, and there’s a party going on even as I type this. Rose also wanted a date, so we had made plans for the comic store on Monday. I know, that seems like a pretty short list, and it is, but for someone like me who is almost completely a homebody, that is hectic and nonstop action.
Plans change. Rose isn’t feeling well today. It started out with a sick stomach. Then came a few small seizures, which evolved into a larger seizure. Not conducive to a party mood, my friends. So, that’s why we are at home.
As for Monday, there are some other things going on that day, so I’m not sure we can make it to the comic store (doesn’t help that we don’t have one in our town). And here I am in a big-time card game mood and looking to buy something to feed my hankering. Might have to settle for some online shopping on that one.
In a way, I’m glad to have the extra time to relax. Unless my hours get cut, I have six days of work to look forward to next week. No full shifts, but still. It’s a far cry from the schedules I’ve had lately. Damn me for being so valuable.
I’m hoping to engage in some creativity when I find some free time. I’m getting tired of being lazy. If only it wasn’t so easy. Maybe this urge to create a card game will inspire me to do other things, too.
The car was more rust than metal. It sat disused in the field for so long that grass intertwined with the shredded remains of tires as if they were never separate. Animals nested in its faded upholstery. Did it have any of its original parts anymore? Or was it just a shell that could never drive again?
For some time, I didn’t allow myself to think about it. I would come across it once in a while, look at it wistfully, then push it from my mind as I turned away to busy myself with other things. It wasn’t going anywhere. I could fix it up anytime I wanted. It wasn’t that bad, right?
The stretch of time is the lubrication for the gears of justification. Putting off the tough job, making excuses, needed no effort after months had passed. I had other things on my mind. Other things to do.
So here I am today, staring at that hunk of scrap metal and wondering what I can salvage. Yeah, it took me long enough, but I’m ready to work.
See, the car is my creativity, specifically my writing. See what I did there? I’m so clever. And sarcastic.
So yeah, I’m blogging again. I decided to start completely fresh rather than go back to the old one, mostly because I wanted to try Blogger and WordPress. Not sure which will be the permanent blog yet, so until I decide, I will maintain two identical blogs.
What is my purpose? Among other things:
- To be able to legitimately call myself a writer again. Hey, it’s a start.
- To express opinions and work on my self-censorship issues. I can’t please everyone, and I need to learn to deal with that. If people disagree with me, that’s fine.
- To exercise my atrophied creative muscles. This blog is just for fun, so I can experiment with sentence structure, word choice, and other general prose skills, should the urge strike me. If it sucks, no big deal.
And that seems like a satisfactory intro post. Goodnight.
P.S. I love how WordPress recommends links to place in the article (as in the “making excuses” example above). I’m going to be using that all the time at random opportunities.