I love to write and usually I do a lot of it, but sometimes it is like everything above the neck is out to lunch. I recall writing my first novel. That was a piece of cake. Then I started the sequel. Then life happened and I wrote the one about Sherman and I that he had requested. Then he died and I went back to the sequel, but 25 pages and 5 years later, it is still in the drawer. Or some where.
I lay it my little bed on nights when I can almost get to sleep, but not quite accomplishing that feat, and come up with the most brilliant ideas in the whole world. It is then that I fall asleep thinking that I will remember and find when I wake up the next morning that the brilliant thoughts have all flown. I have thought about taking a notebook to bed and jotting down the ideas. Right! The next morning I look at the chicken scratches on my note pad and wonder what in the hell language I was writing. If I can read the words the whole concept has changed and any thoughts that I jotted down are lost in the morning.
Maybe I am trying to hard! That just dawned on me. I made an omelet a little earlier. First I chopped up asparagus in the skillet. I cooked it a little bit and then put 2 scrambled eggs on top to cook. I sprinkled cheddar cheese on it when it was almost done. Then I got out the sirachi (however you spell that) and it went on top. I should have stopped at the asparagus and eggs. What I ended up with was the asparagus that I love tastes like... well, not asparagus. The cheese hangs in strings and really adds nothing to the taste except calories. The Sirachi has a taste that overpowers everything else. And that is what my writing becomes. It is not at all what I started out to write.
I started out to write about one thing and end up writing about something else altogether. I call it rambling, but it is not that. What it is seems to be is that I am just flaky and have no discipline at all. Perhaps I would be better served if I picked a topic and stuck to it! Along those lines ....well, shit! I just lost that thread that I was going with. Which reminds me, I need to get the patches sewn on that Letter Jacket or there will be no pay day for me this week. And speaking of "week" I need to make an appointment with my dermatologist before my face falls off. And speaking of face I need to pick up those little wet wipes to clean the baby's butt with since I used them all yesterday.
Now where was I?
I lay it my little bed on nights when I can almost get to sleep, but not quite accomplishing that feat, and come up with the most brilliant ideas in the whole world. It is then that I fall asleep thinking that I will remember and find when I wake up the next morning that the brilliant thoughts have all flown. I have thought about taking a notebook to bed and jotting down the ideas. Right! The next morning I look at the chicken scratches on my note pad and wonder what in the hell language I was writing. If I can read the words the whole concept has changed and any thoughts that I jotted down are lost in the morning.
Maybe I am trying to hard! That just dawned on me. I made an omelet a little earlier. First I chopped up asparagus in the skillet. I cooked it a little bit and then put 2 scrambled eggs on top to cook. I sprinkled cheddar cheese on it when it was almost done. Then I got out the sirachi (however you spell that) and it went on top. I should have stopped at the asparagus and eggs. What I ended up with was the asparagus that I love tastes like... well, not asparagus. The cheese hangs in strings and really adds nothing to the taste except calories. The Sirachi has a taste that overpowers everything else. And that is what my writing becomes. It is not at all what I started out to write.
I started out to write about one thing and end up writing about something else altogether. I call it rambling, but it is not that. What it is seems to be is that I am just flaky and have no discipline at all. Perhaps I would be better served if I picked a topic and stuck to it! Along those lines ....well, shit! I just lost that thread that I was going with. Which reminds me, I need to get the patches sewn on that Letter Jacket or there will be no pay day for me this week. And speaking of "week" I need to make an appointment with my dermatologist before my face falls off. And speaking of face I need to pick up those little wet wipes to clean the baby's butt with since I used them all yesterday.
Now where was I?
