"...Come on little baby, take a walk with e child and tell me who do you love?..."
My first walk of the New Year was a short one. It was warm enough to go for a walk but not enough so to stay out for an extended period. I only had 6 pages left of my book so I read it while I walked, as I do.
It was good to get out if even for a short while. The book, I liked, but was not as enthralled as I’d assumed I’d be by what I heard of it. I have read several books by the author who suggested her writings, so I figured I’d pick it up. Their styles are nothing alike and I knew this going in but that was actually part of the reason I bought the book. It was good because it was different but it wasn’t as captivation as was described. But I can say I read it.
Next up is Dante’s Inferno. Wish me luck.
As I write this people might be staring at me. I have found a cam site with people all over the world. You can view any two people in the room and there is a view of yourself so you know what and how much they see if you. I am looking at this screen here so I can type but someone might be looking at me and I’d have no idea unless they decided to let me know. This seems to be helping with the words for some reason and will have to do until this spring so I can leave and go elsewhere.
I wish I had the money and time to experience more things so I had more to write about. Like Hank: he wrote about the life he lived and lived a life worth living. For the most part.
Part of my problem is that I’m getting way too far ahead of myself. I am not even 26 years old yet, have no kids and have not lived long enough to do some of the things I hope to do in life. Hank was 74 when he died and did most of his writing after the ages of 35. All I want to do is write and have people want to read it and I might not even have anything worth reading for another 10 years. 10 years! People younger than me have written best-selling novels. And people older than me have more things to write about.
Off goes the cam.
Today I’m going to start taking better care of myself. I went for a walk, I ate breakfast, took a vitamin drank 2 bottles of water and it’s just now 9:30. I stretched this morning before Laurie left. All of the white castle is gone, all the bad ice cream is gone and the chocolate supply is dwindling. I’m already ready for work and don’t have to leave for another 20 minutes. I could be playing my game but I’m here writing.
Finally writing. Something. Anything.
Bob is singing of the hurricane again, Michael already thrilled me and James let me know the Bitch ain’t his. Before that: Steve and his band told me the same old story and then walked on down. And soon George will be wanting to know who do I love.
I love Laurie.
Five days in Florida this February, Tom Petty in May and a week to myself in April. Hopefully it will nice enough out to walk, those nights alone, and get the writing done she will want to read when she returns home. I look forward to the three concerts, and hope there will be more to come. Next year I will travel. Somewhere, whether there is a reason or not. I will go someplace I have wanted to go whether I go broke getting there or not.
Seven minutes left before I have to leave for work so I’ll end this here…
ETC.
It was good to get out if even for a short while. The book, I liked, but was not as enthralled as I’d assumed I’d be by what I heard of it. I have read several books by the author who suggested her writings, so I figured I’d pick it up. Their styles are nothing alike and I knew this going in but that was actually part of the reason I bought the book. It was good because it was different but it wasn’t as captivation as was described. But I can say I read it.
Next up is Dante’s Inferno. Wish me luck.
As I write this people might be staring at me. I have found a cam site with people all over the world. You can view any two people in the room and there is a view of yourself so you know what and how much they see if you. I am looking at this screen here so I can type but someone might be looking at me and I’d have no idea unless they decided to let me know. This seems to be helping with the words for some reason and will have to do until this spring so I can leave and go elsewhere.
I wish I had the money and time to experience more things so I had more to write about. Like Hank: he wrote about the life he lived and lived a life worth living. For the most part.
Part of my problem is that I’m getting way too far ahead of myself. I am not even 26 years old yet, have no kids and have not lived long enough to do some of the things I hope to do in life. Hank was 74 when he died and did most of his writing after the ages of 35. All I want to do is write and have people want to read it and I might not even have anything worth reading for another 10 years. 10 years! People younger than me have written best-selling novels. And people older than me have more things to write about.
Off goes the cam.
Today I’m going to start taking better care of myself. I went for a walk, I ate breakfast, took a vitamin drank 2 bottles of water and it’s just now 9:30. I stretched this morning before Laurie left. All of the white castle is gone, all the bad ice cream is gone and the chocolate supply is dwindling. I’m already ready for work and don’t have to leave for another 20 minutes. I could be playing my game but I’m here writing.
Finally writing. Something. Anything.
Bob is singing of the hurricane again, Michael already thrilled me and James let me know the Bitch ain’t his. Before that: Steve and his band told me the same old story and then walked on down. And soon George will be wanting to know who do I love.
I love Laurie.
Five days in Florida this February, Tom Petty in May and a week to myself in April. Hopefully it will nice enough out to walk, those nights alone, and get the writing done she will want to read when she returns home. I look forward to the three concerts, and hope there will be more to come. Next year I will travel. Somewhere, whether there is a reason or not. I will go someplace I have wanted to go whether I go broke getting there or not.
Seven minutes left before I have to leave for work so I’ll end this here…
ETC.