10.13.2006

burn all the letters

I’m having a Lilith Fair night, me and Ani and the Indigo Girls and Liz Phair and Alanis and PBR, because I had a shitty day. I mean, it was hardly a shitty day on any sort of objective scale, as it involved fresh figs and October sun in Oregon and finishing a rather good book. But fuck. I hate not having a job. I like to have a two-page todo list at any given time, because the more I have to do the more I get done. But when there’s three things on the list I put them off indefinitely. Overcommited types are terrified of empty lists. And it’s just driving me crazy, what I did today compared to what I might have done.

I went for another voluntary run and you know? This is probably going to stick. I ran on a new dirt trail this time through Oak Bottom, and I sat for a while by the waterside watching dragonflies. This city is… just right.

Tonight I’m going for a midnight bikeride with a pack of bike fanatics. I’m trying to summon up some bravery because I don’t know a one of them and will walking into a crowd ever be easy? As many times as I do it and as better at it as I get it’s never easy.

Do you know that October is Write A Book month? And it’s already the thirteenth. Man. This day Sucks.


(Yeah, I'm done now.)

posted by tortaluga @ 10:19 PM

1 Comments:

At 7:12 PM, Blogger humble bee said...

so... are you writing a book? can I read it? you've already written one. the second one should be easier, and knowing how fabulous your first one was, i can only imagine that your second one would make a million!!

 

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