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mini-entry from March 19
Mar. 19th, 2011 11:54 pm Last week's word on Writer's Island was "tribute" and I thought fine! because there are people in my life who deserve a tribute from me. However, I feel like an empty soap container right now. Even if you streamed a little water into my head and sloshed it around, no soap would come out. I am drained.
My explanation? I spent a good two weeks being "on" in a training class. Asking questions, wearing makeup, dressing up and wearing heels all day. "We wear the mask", indeed. I've been writing the character of "Marian" for two weeks and I need a break.
At the moment, I am bored. I've been reading "Flashforward" as an audio book. No reflection on that book, even though it isn't my usual fare. And today's study session at synagogue was actually good. But right now, I am bored and not willing to extend myself to what? I could read more, but the boredom is not caused by not enough fluid going in. It's a reflection that not enough creative work is going out. If anything, all the books and TV and entertainment are drugs that keep me from the hard work of writing. So, here is a little "woodshedding", as Kalamu called it.
My explanation? I spent a good two weeks being "on" in a training class. Asking questions, wearing makeup, dressing up and wearing heels all day. "We wear the mask", indeed. I've been writing the character of "Marian" for two weeks and I need a break.
At the moment, I am bored. I've been reading "Flashforward" as an audio book. No reflection on that book, even though it isn't my usual fare. And today's study session at synagogue was actually good. But right now, I am bored and not willing to extend myself to what? I could read more, but the boredom is not caused by not enough fluid going in. It's a reflection that not enough creative work is going out. If anything, all the books and TV and entertainment are drugs that keep me from the hard work of writing. So, here is a little "woodshedding", as Kalamu called it.
