I am sitting here wracking my brains and futilely attempting to straighten out the twisted ball of twine that is my mind.
I wonder if you can relate to what I am saying here.
Have you ever wrestled over a post because it just didn't sit right with the way you imagined it to be?
That's been my problem since I got back from my travels. Morning or night, drunk, sober
impassioned and sang froid, I just cannot make the damned thing come out right.
Rewriting has spawned three other drafts- variations on a theme- and I figure they will carry the same genetic make up as the progenitor thereby causing me even more restless hours.
I haven't been able to figure out how to complain about life without sounding like a whiny bastard. It seems kinda petty and selfish to worry about the things that are irking me when there is a whole lot of bad shit happening to a whole lot of other people.
Most of the time I am only truly concerned with what's happening in my little corner of the world. That's when I have to whip out the Joe Cocker and listen to what he says about friends.
November 12, 2008
Labels: Thinking out loud