I've been way too bust to write, and surprisingly it hasn't been a problem. The arrival of the RV has occupied my thoughts and energies. I've known for a long time that it will be in the RV that I will do my best writing. Not the rentals we've been in so far. They were too clean and generic to serve as a conduit for my creativity. This machine we bought has an energy about it. It was cared for with love and energy and now we've rescued it from the edge of oblivion. I can feel that it appreciates the work we are putting into it. I drove it for the first time on Tuesday and it was very comfortable with me. I will write well in this machine.
My Brother and his family are here for a visit. It's screwing up all my plans, but my first priority is family.
You wouldn't think two stairs would be so difficult to install. It four times as long as I expected and still the damn things aren't on right. They are crooked. They are loose. They don't stick out enough. There are reasons I don't do this stuff for a living.
The will to write is slowly returning. The ideas and dreams increase every day. Not quite ready to sit back down at the laptop yet. Perhaps after this weekend's RV trip.
Much fun and much gone wrong. Full details will posted to the RV section in a few days.
Weird experience today. I kept feeling like I just came back from a long vacation. All day long I was continually surprised that it was just a weekend since I last worked. This RV stuff appears to be good for me.
I just can't gather up any interest in doing standup. The writing drive has returned but I can never write on Monday. Too much first-day-back-to-work tiredness. I am however unable to conjur up an desire to get up in front of a crowd and say funny things at them. I have the desire to communicate, but I'm finding the need to be funny to much of a restriction. Maybe it's just Monday.
The ideas are flowing. The dreams become again bizarre. Phrases like "She radiates impatience" leap to mind. Soon I will wite again.