It's 1030, Tuesday night.
There's some ridiculous creepy movie on called Secret Window.
Johnny Depp is in it. It's about a writer whose fictional character comes to haunt him and kill people to set him up, only it's really him losing his mind. Some poor bastard sheriff is about to get it...with corn cob holders, I think. Ok, no, just the "crazy writer" showing us he likes sharp things. He kills his wife by first dragging her out of a Saab she can't seem to get in reverse cause the parking break is stuck. I wonder if the screenwriter knows us or has a Saab.
One of the most often repeated nugget of advice I've seen by successful writers is that any aspiring writer must write every day. I have been trying to figure out when I can do it regularly, because that is supposedly the key: Frequency and Regularity. However, I wonder...is it possible that this strict guideline causes aspiring writers to lose it a bit? OR is the writer mostly kooky anyway and it's just a matter of time before the cracks become apparent? Why do writers have such a tendency to write about being victimized by their characters, or about being driven to madness by isolation (isolation they actually prefer in order to create)?
Ok, frankly I'm not really pondering. It just seemed a good place to start tonight since I've been struggling to find time to write and then there's this silly movie on about a writer going nuts.
Mostly I've been conquering fears: Fear of the job market, Fear of motherhood, Fear of coffee & donuts becoming my favorite breakfast, Fear of Spencer crawling, Fear of the ski slope, etc.
This past weekend I skiied for the first time in two years. Ok, the word "skiied" weighs heavy. I don't like the presence of two i's like that anywhere. It's weird.
So I skiied. Crabbing the whole time about my crap skii boots.
OH speaking of crap, I got rid of the Ford Focus and I have my Beetle back. Only problem is, I don't have turn signals. A simple call to the dealer will have that resolved in a week or so.
Anyway, back to skiing.
| This is almost the exact likeness of the boots I wore last weekend.
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If you're in a rental situation and they put something like these up on the counter, tell them NO.
I think the damage to my shins from those boots is worse than what happened to my knee when I rammed my Beetle into a streetlight pole. Speaking of which, I am wondering if I'll get a little bill from the city for that little accident. I can't IMAGINE they'd just write it off and replace it.
Ok, it's now 1144pm. Some creepy show called Carnivale is on HBO. It's about God & the Devil and freak shows and dust. Sheesh. What's with the horror theme tonight? I'm scared I'll fall asleep right here.
Ok that was funny.
So is "Giraffe-Cat"
Tootleooooooo
