Before we get started, here's something more to my liking than yesterday's post, for you to listen to. That post was for someone else, and the song was one of their favorites, not mine.
This piece of music evokes something in me I can't explain.
Today I’m sitting here staring at the screen wondering; ‘WHAT TO WRITE’?
I really want to be witty and entertaining. Give you some new information, tell you a something funny, make you think, stir up some controversy, or at least leave you with an interesting anecdote. BUT, none of that is happening for me right now.
I’ve also been having a hard time getting back to my story. I stopped in the middle of edits to move, next I had to wait for my manuscripts to be shipped (I have to work from a hard copy), then I needed to organize my work space and now I can’t think of another excuse not to write something, anything.
Recently, a friend suggested I ditch the fiction and write a memoir. Are you kidding me? I did start collecting some of my stories about my family and putting them together in a file with the thought that maybe one day (long after I’m gone) someone will want to put them together and see if anyone is fool enough to publish them. Although I occasionally like to tell you things about my life (past) the thought of asking/thinking someone would find my life interesting enough to publish those stories, kind of makes me a little nauseous. Well, maybe it more like talking about myself that makes me feel kind of sick and queasy.
Recently, while indulging on a new ‘guilty pleasure’ I was watching early morning reruns of ‘Frasier’. Funny, I never saw this show when it was ‘first run’, and today I find it hilarious. Anyway, the episode that I’m thinking of right now is one where Frasier and his brother are forced to admit that they don’t know how to ride a bike. Daphne, his brother Niles’ wife is trying to teach them and Frasier keeps running into things. Daphne tells him it’s because he is fixating on these objects and therefore steering directly at them –– resulting in him crashing into trees, mailboxes, etc.
So, after laughing hysterically at poor Frasier and his inability to ignore the large objects in his path, I’m wondering is that what I’m doing. Fixating on the large objects and not allowing myself to concentrate on the things I really want.
Whoa! There’s some $.25 psychiatry for you. Must be too much Frasier in the morning. OK, I’ll play along with his ‘Talk Radio’ format. Tell me what you think, but please be kind, or lie if you have to. No seriously, tell me the truth. I think.