Cablog 06.29.11

BOOTY FEET...BOOOOOTAAAAYY FEEETS!

That's really the only way to describe the odor!!

Bedtime Blog 6-28-11

In a few short hours, I'll rise to go to work. Where the most creative thing I'll do, is have conversations with a co-worker, about self publishing, and writing good stories.

We'll also talk about the daily battle against conflicting urges, one to do the work we earn a salary for, and the other being, the urge to work on our own endeavors. Work will undoubtedly win out, yet the urge to dive headlong into that which brings us joy, floats just out of reach, on the recycled air, like the hint of sweet fruit, on deserted isle.

Hard not to get all "prosey" when you're sleepy. G'night Blogknockers.

The mind is the only muscle, you can excercise, while doing nothing.

Although the title would lead one to think otherwise, this is not a missive about sloth. Nor is it an essay on laziness and the mental benefits obtained therein. It intimates how an idea hit me, and what I was doing,m when it did. Like most of my idea, they come in the midst of me doing something mindless, or repetitive, or pointless, like watching television. And while watching an episode of "Law & Order: SVU", my mind mused on the possibility of writing short stories, and posting them on my blog. Now, I don't want to do this for notice, or exposure...
(which in someways flies in the face of writing a blog entry about writing short stories, that aren't for the purpose of exposure...can you see the cyclical insanity this generates?)
...I want to do this to get them out of my head, and if anyone wanted to read them, especially my friends and family, here they would be, for all to see, ad infinitum internetis. So, in the coming days, weeks, or months, I intend to post whether weird, interesting, amusing, dark, depraved story enters my brain, and post it here. I'm hoping that in so doing, I'll become a better writer, and in turn, write better. And so on, and so on, and so on...

My life as a writer yields beauty.

I'm not sure if I'm the only writer/artist, who sees the intrinsic beauty of this picture. But I for one think its truly beautiful.