Tonight's the Night for Insomnia
Chris is already asleep. His prospects are good. Second interview, new job maybe? I hope so. I like when he's happy and employed. Me on the other hand, I have got to get organized. Make some money. Make a life. Get this writing thing on track.
I did an interview with a local band ...in theory(intheoryrocks.com - I did the website too). I have yet to transcribe it. My writing has gone from 500 words a night to nothing. It's funny. I just got a story accepted for the summer issue of Flashquake (check it out, I'm under Editor's Pick) and I haven't written a single word since.
Is fear of success possible at this point?
Am I afraid that if I continue to write I might be able to rake in $30 bucks a month in published stories? Maybe. Eh, I make about three cents an hour doing web sites for friends. That'll get the bills paid. I think my whole problem is I'm letting everything get away from me. I need to organize my time, my writing and my friends to make it all worthwhile. Maybe even profitable.
Excitement over having my art on the wall in August (Taming of the Brew in Bala Cynwyd) is growing. Only I haven't been able to finish a painting I started last week. I'm just dragging all over. How do people control their self destructive tendencies (frazzled-ish-ness)?
I like lists. I like writing everything down and crossing them off one by one. Even now as I type these basically random thoughts down, I am thinking of the line I can draw through: Update Blog. Isn't that weird?
Maybe I need a bigger list. Maybe I need one that has a list of everything I ever want to do on it. Would that push me? Would I work until three in the morning to cross off: Learn Life's Goal? Or maybe: Master Jedi mind tricks... I *really* want that one. Huh.
I'll give it a shot.
Might even post it here and cross things off as I go along. I've got a few of them done already. I've been published. I've found love... (true love for MacGyver and normal love for Chris) I'm having my art put on a wall.
So my prospects can't be all bad. Just wish I had sleepy-time pills like he does because I am wide awake every night until two.
I did an interview with a local band ...in theory(intheoryrocks.com - I did the website too). I have yet to transcribe it. My writing has gone from 500 words a night to nothing. It's funny. I just got a story accepted for the summer issue of Flashquake (check it out, I'm under Editor's Pick) and I haven't written a single word since.
Is fear of success possible at this point?
Am I afraid that if I continue to write I might be able to rake in $30 bucks a month in published stories? Maybe. Eh, I make about three cents an hour doing web sites for friends. That'll get the bills paid. I think my whole problem is I'm letting everything get away from me. I need to organize my time, my writing and my friends to make it all worthwhile. Maybe even profitable.
Excitement over having my art on the wall in August (Taming of the Brew in Bala Cynwyd) is growing. Only I haven't been able to finish a painting I started last week. I'm just dragging all over. How do people control their self destructive tendencies (frazzled-ish-ness)?
I like lists. I like writing everything down and crossing them off one by one. Even now as I type these basically random thoughts down, I am thinking of the line I can draw through: Update Blog. Isn't that weird?
Maybe I need a bigger list. Maybe I need one that has a list of everything I ever want to do on it. Would that push me? Would I work until three in the morning to cross off: Learn Life's Goal? Or maybe: Master Jedi mind tricks... I *really* want that one. Huh.
I'll give it a shot.
Might even post it here and cross things off as I go along. I've got a few of them done already. I've been published. I've found love... (true love for MacGyver and normal love for Chris) I'm having my art put on a wall.
So my prospects can't be all bad. Just wish I had sleepy-time pills like he does because I am wide awake every night until two.

