“Instead of saying today is the day I write my novel, I say, “today is the day I work on the Bloomingdales shoplifting scene or the eccentric dietary habits of Mona the mean boss.”
This advice, from a comedienne mother writer hybrid person, hits home.
Today is the day I’ll write more about Nora, because I like her. And maybe as I do I’ll learn more about myself. Or I’ll laugh; she’s hilarious after all.
I have this feeling lately that I am stuck in a rut. I think it might be—and this might be a little left field—because I have been just that; stuck in a rut of coming home to episode after episode of Lost and little else. I have been attempting to hide from my life and I’m over it. I’m ready to get back in the ring.
We sold the Ipod that was handed down to me for some moolah and I am thinking of buying my own MP3 player. I want to stock it with songs and start walking again.
On Saturday, we are refreshed with new, shiny paychecks which means it is time to grocery shop. I plan on finding my way down to second street market to buy some hearty, healthy bread and some fresh veggies.
And today, amongst the chaotic serenade of love, life, interview (Exclamation!) and sunshine, I will put some words to paper.
Word of the day:
Potlatch: A ceremony at which gifts are bestowed on the guests in a show of wealth that the guests later attempt to surpass.
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