Rainy Monday Poem

Visions of Friday from a Rainy Monday

Professionalism would be...

Information would be...

Organization would be...

Decisions would be...

Nice.

*headesk*

I can has nap, plz?

One After Another After Another

Methinks I need to focus.

I came to this blog with one story in mind - a sort of cross country trip of self-discovery with some odd aspects.  It's a story, or rather a collection of images and ideas, that have been rattling around in my head for about three years now.

I have begun tinkering with that story though really it's more testing my ability to string words into sentences that don't, oh, blow.  It's going...erm...just going really.

So, after taking the first few steps with that idea - I have another idea for a story.  This one might end up more an exercise in writing than something cohesive.  Take a house and tell the house's story through its rooms and inhabitants.  Love the story.  Haven't started yet.

And THEN...just today I found an old notebook I have with story ideas from college in it.  Some are laughable and so me.  Ghostly historical mystery romances - hee!  But - one just might be salvagable.  What happens if you take the proverbial Ghostly Hitchhiker and 

The Procrastinator's Song

I sit in front of my computer with a blank and glaringly white screen staring back at me.

"Just type!"  My brain screams in frustration at my frozen fingers.

Tap-tap-tap and then click-click-click as those first few letters go back from whence they came.  Is whence even correct?  Probably not.  Meh.

I sit and I breathe and I fidget.  

sigh.

I resignedly close the laptop, place it on the coffee table, and go back to the random notes and scribbles in my handy red notebook.  Today will be another day of disconnected ideas, quickly jotted notes, and a false sense of accomplishment.

Perhaps tomorrow will be the day.