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Winter Wonderlan…oh wait, nevermind
Feb0
For once, I was ready for snow. I was like, “Bring it on weather!” I had my gloves, scarf, thermal pant-things, and ear grips ready. Then what happened? No snow. Sorry, everything just went to the south.
Now in all reality, I’m happy nothing happened. I got my car washed yesterday to wash off all the excess salt. But I know that there are people out there (weathermen) that were so disappointed that they got nothing. Recently I caught this video and I laughed hysterically:
Weathermen cream their pants over hurricanes, blizzards, and tornadoes don’t they?
Strapped for ideas
Oct0
It’s a very windy and rainy day here in New York. It’s quite depressing actually. The wind howls against my windows. Eric says that the rain was hitting his face sideways. Luckily he bought a new (rainproof…or resistant one of those two) jacket so he shouldn’t be too soaked. But for me I was stuck inside.
I started getting cabin fever.
I sat around and felt quite useless. I had clouds in my head as well. Yesterday I got my morning walk, ran some errands, and even raked a little. Today I sat in my room blocked and devoid of any ideas. Yesterday I wrote an interesting (slightly poignant) article about Lamb Chop. Hell, it was interesting enough to make it to the front of the BlogCritics website. Today I could barely get a sentence done without ADHD.
I got up and paced my house. I cleaned the roomba. I sorted paper for recycle pick-up tomorrow. I watched Harold & Kumar. I felt so gross today.
I understand that there are just days when writers can’t write and I have a feeling that today is my day. I just want to lay around, but I know I can’t stop moving. I gotta get something typed up. One more step, one more something that could be the homerun.
I jot things down and look at them later. I looked at some today and thought that they were all stupid. I’m not throwing them out yet, because I may be in a funk today, but tomorrow the light bulb may go off and my idea will make total sense (or maybe the day after that).
Today felt like a waste to me. I’m sure right after this post, I’ll attempt to write something, but it won’t be up to par. I’ll probably post it and knowing my luck someone will Digg it or something.
