I’ve been around. Still observing. Still soul-searching. Still playing referee with the fam. Still waiting for Spring. And still NOT working on my freakin’ book.
I just don’t know what the heck is wrong with me. When I’m in the shower, I have all this inspiration. Story concepts and plots just start flowing through my brain like water. Then I get out of the shower and get to doing any and everything else but write. I literally forget about writing until I’m back in the shower again. Truly a vicious, ugly cycle.
When I can’t sleep at night, sometimes I stare at the ceiling or walls and practically write a whole chapter in my head. Then I fall asleep and dream in movie sequences. Let me tell you, my dreams wear me out. Most of them play out like action movies. Or on a slow night, dramatic TV shows. If I were smart, I would wake up and immediately start jotting down what I dreamed so I can turn it all into a best selling novel, but I’m more lazy than I am smart. I can’t risk waiting up at 4 AM to write something down and not be able to get back to sleep.
So here I sit. No book to speak of and hardly a blog post in the last 4 months. Apparently, the sense of urgency that I thought would encompass my whole being once I was laid off has not completely kicked in yet. I’m living more in a state of euphoria than urgency. I’ve become too comfortable not having someone looking over my shoulder and telling me what to do. Not having a set schedule has become a way of life. I used to wonder how people could be so comfortable with no structure in their life. What did they do with themselves everyday? I guess the joke was on me. I’ve found that a day filled with doing nothing in particular can go by faster than a day busting your ass in a gray clad cubicle. And you get in bed at night just as tired.
So like Tiger Woods, I’m back! Will this be the most anticipated, most watched, most scrutinized comeback of the decade? Doubt it. But hopefully it will make somebody’s headlines.
