Okay it’s been over a week since the first class and the only entry into my writing log has been the smoothing out of something that happened in class. I have no creative energy right now it seems. ‘too many real world issues to deal with. Whine cry wah blah. So I’ve finally determined that if I can’t wrtie well or can’t write creatively, I’m going to start by just writing period.
What comes next is pretty much stream of consciousness pablum.
Wings just scored a goal….uh oh
franzen took a sucker punch in the face. Why do teams have to get dirty like that when they are getting their asses handed to them?
Been a real up and down emotional time lately. The more I know the less I know. House, life, work all out of control right now. I’ll get a handle on the work stuff in the coming week. I’ll get a handle on the home stuff in the next two weeks. The emotional stuff I’ve been working on for a year. The more things change in that regard the more confused I get. How come I feel like I get wiser every day in matters of work and in matters of work and self, but iin matters of the heart I just get stupider and stupider?
I feel so much love and so much hate sometimes within split seconds of each other. Maybe even at the same time. I want to die. I want to live. I want to be better. I want to live a “normal” day without being a “normal” person.
I want time to ride. I want time to read. I want energy to think. I should probably quit whining.