May 31st, 2011
Tonight I plan to take my friend out for her birthday, a feat that is amazing considering the scheduling back-and-forths of five other people. Because see, my friend’s birthday was last Monday. Last LAST Monday. But what matters is that we finally did it! God stars sprinkle from the heavens! At any rate, we will be converging on a patio somewhere. Finally for land sakes. But what matters is we got it together! Rainbow glitter happiness bursting from our hearts! There will also be food. Good, because making this happen took an act of supreme patience and I’m HUNGRY! But what matters is it’s happening! Meadows of green in our brains!
And right there, you’ve witnessed the ying and yang of my bipolar personality and possibly why my book still isn’t done.
It’s done! No it’s not! There’s more to do! But what matters is I’m doing it. But why isn’t it done? Because I still need to add the haunted house scene where bloody dead people stalk my characters! But my characters are only 10! Bloody haunters are too scary for the age group! But I gotta be me! I can make the characters 29! But that would change the whole focus! SO what? You gotta go with the inner flow of creative lava! Don’t stop it up! That’s like DEATH to a writer brain. But the main character’s name is Annie! That’s not a 29-year-old’s name! What am I doing? I can’t write! I need to rethink my whole life! I always wanted to be an archaeologist.
Speaking of my friend, last week she took a picture of me in my bathing suit at my request. I will be posting said picture here this week because nothing motivates me like public humiliation. Seriously, it’s the only way.
Other than that, I’ll probably try to get a workout in.
What are you doing this week?
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P.S. In between the time I wrote this post and checked my email, the birthday dinner tonight was canceled. Irony! Is that irony? Or self-fulfilling prophecy? Can’t they be the same? A traffic jam when you’re already late!
P.P.S. I need a temporary restraining order for my exclamation points.