Pay No Attention...
... to the man behind the lj.
I feel like a man who has been groping through the darkness, looking for the faint glint of light from a diamond.
The only problem is, I may have gone blind and not known it.
Edit: Had sort of a weird fit of insomnia last night. Wrote odd things. But for equally strange reasons, I find myself feeling bright-eyed today. No idea.
I had notions of going down to LA to visit friends next week, but given the unreliable state of my car, and the unforeseen expenditure of funds needed to repair it, and the fact that like half the people I wanted to see may now not make it, that plan is looking less feasible. Still going to get down there, maybe not in June, though. I may just burn a few of those vacation days anyway, and use them as a sort of writer's retreat. I find myself hungering for large, uninterrupted blocks of time in which to write. (Although really, when you have pets, there is no such thing as an "uninterrupted block of time.")
I feel like a man who has been groping through the darkness, looking for the faint glint of light from a diamond.
The only problem is, I may have gone blind and not known it.
Edit: Had sort of a weird fit of insomnia last night. Wrote odd things. But for equally strange reasons, I find myself feeling bright-eyed today. No idea.
I had notions of going down to LA to visit friends next week, but given the unreliable state of my car, and the unforeseen expenditure of funds needed to repair it, and the fact that like half the people I wanted to see may now not make it, that plan is looking less feasible. Still going to get down there, maybe not in June, though. I may just burn a few of those vacation days anyway, and use them as a sort of writer's retreat. I find myself hungering for large, uninterrupted blocks of time in which to write. (Although really, when you have pets, there is no such thing as an "uninterrupted block of time.")