Some days it’s just so hard to get anything done. I’d like to blame the internet and computers. I do think this is part of the problem. Having the world at your fingertips is not necessarily the best remedy for writer’s block. I hate that some days I can spend hours looking at Real Clear Politics, Politico, Go Fug Yourself, and countless other sites that are more or less compelling – some extremely random – and I have difficulty writing for a full hour.
This morning, I took my ass to a cafe and that was good. I got a little bit of solid work done but Fox News was in the background with flimsy Fox Facts connecting Carter to Hamas and dance music played as well. The beats kept me from focusing as well as I would have liked. Plus what I’m doing is hard and I’m feeling so damn undisciplined. Or perhaps just stymied.
I have a few more hours before I have to leave the house for the rest of the day – looking pretty for a late dinner at an upscale restaurant. I know it’s cold out because I went for my morning stroll and my quilted vest was not enough so I am replanning my outfit in the back of my mind – trying to figure out how to include tights without looking downright wintry. Yeah – that’s right. I am a girl and I think about girly things. I wish I didn’t but I do and there’s nothing to be done about it. I am worldly.
So now it’s back to work, I guess. It’s back to lyric writing and playwriting. It’s back to trying to be a productive member of society who has something to say about the world… but it’s a strange job to have. I don’t actually believe I have something to say – not really. I have questions – millions of them. And I suppose that’s what compels me to write. I want to try to find answers and the answers are never simple so I have to write a whole story around them to make them make sense to me.
Back to that, I suppose.
