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author's
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there
comes a point in the life of every writer and would-be writer
when you have got to stop and take a breather, to reassess
your life, to re-examine what you're doing. this happens to
be mine.
i
know, i know, some of you might be going, "huh, that
ought to be a quick exercise."
haha.
funny.
the
truth is, despite my jokes about being pathetic and a loser
-- a pathetic loser, if you will -- i do have responsibilities
and obligations. well ok, not that many, but still...
to
be honest, all those cigarettes and all that jack daniels
just ain't cutting it right now in the area of inspiration.
hopefully, i haven't lost my only redeeming virtue which is
my sense of humor, but dang nothing seems all that funny at
the moment. i mean, i didn't even giggle once the other night
when i was watching "the dirty dozen" on the advent
of its 40th anniversary. i might as well have been watching
a ken burns documentary on toenails. (i met him the other
day, no shit. he asked me, "can you direct me to the
restroom?")
i
guess you could say i'm burned out, and no amount of dancing
around in my underwear with earth, wind & fire blasting
out of my ipod can unscorch this malaise i find myself in.
i still have some crap in my notebook i'd like to post, and
i'm trying to illustrate moby-dick in haiku (see above). i
just need to find the motivation or whatever.
so,
till then.
namaste
y'all.
Posted
07.14.07|
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