When I am feeling bloggy, I can typically just sit down, crack open my WordPress dealie and start typing. Stuff comes out.
When I am feeling VERY bloggy, entire blog posts pop into my head while I am showering, sitting down, watching TV, etc.
Lately I haven’t been feeling bloggy. (I did “start” a new novel though!)
I have even been checking my blog post draft folder. And this is what I’ve found:
“I don’t get stalkers,” I told her. “I could never be one. I came to that realization when I was sitting in the bushes outside an ex-girlfriend’s house. I was sipping coffee from a thermos and replacing the battery in my night vision goggles.”
“I’m kidding,” I assured her.
“I really am.” I continued. “I don’t drink coffee.”
It dawned on me that this might not be the right setting for such a discussion.
It was a first date.
And she was a cop.
It also dawned on me that maybe not everyone totally gets my sense of humour.
The beginning of a half-assed word doodle:
Dreaming about kissing you
felt better than any real kisses
And it sucks.
And I love it.
And it is frustrating.
And I wouldn’t change a thing
And a single line that I don’t recall writing:
“I promise not to refer to my junk as a “stimulus package” anymore.”
Also I can’t get Fastball’s 1998 classic “Out of My Head,” well, out of my head.