The biggest problem with having a life is that while I’m out living it, I start writing all of these fabulous blog posts in my head about what or whom I’m seeing or doing – then someone shoves a 4th or 5th drink in my direction, and I end up getting drunk, taking blurry pictures of myself, and falling into bed only to do it all over again the next day or the day after that.
I’m thisclose to sucking it up, calling myself a writer, and using that as an excuse to drag around a small notebook and pen with me to jot down the great ideas and lines I come up with. I’ve only resisted thus far because I feel like if I start to indulge in the behaviour of writers, I’ll have to start actually behaving like one, which means actually writing. Which (if you hadn’t noticed) I’ve not been doing much of lately.
In fact, I’m even cringing about posting this entry, but I feel the need to post something so here it is.
Just do me a favour and send some creative juju my way. And if you comment and give me some ideas of things to write about and maybe tell me I look pretty today or something, that’d be swell!