Week 9

Finally! I made it back to Jumping Bean after a month's absence. February was full of things, including my 35th birthday. Yup. I'm halfway to 70 now and damn, but it shows.

Anyway, today's Coffee Shop Author session was...it felt like an overdue warm-up. I didn't know what to write or where to start, so I began with random thoughts. Very random. Very stream of conscience. For about an hour. Some strange ideas/emotions/etc. dwell in my mind apparently. Okay, so this is not news.

I've felt a little blue lately; not because I'm a year older (I went through that "Oh fuck I'm getting old!" pyscho-trauma when I hit 30, so that baby's well behind me now). I think I'm feeling a little down because I'm so busy with, well, shit. Shit that I commit myself to doing. Shit that I like to do, but shit I shouldn't always do. That kind of shit. And what happens when you commit to a pile of shit? Well that shit pile grows unless you start shovelling some of it out, right? Right.

Anyone have a spaded shovel? A good strong back? A wheelbarrow?

(So this blog entry is becoming as random as my writing day. Ah, screw it. No one's perfect, least of all me.)

I'm finding there's a lot of things I'm tempted to reveal via this blog (excepting my real name), but instead of doing that, what I think I should be aiming for is funnelling this stuff into my writing. Which I am attempting to do, but for a woman who keeps her innermost emotions and thoughts pretty close, that's not an easy thing to do.

Hey, look! There's my enviro-loving, bike-riding neighbour walking to his house, wearing jeans and a long-sleeve shirt and no jacket. In winter. Bless his little cotton socks. Wouldn't be me.

Yes. This is how disjointed my brain has been today. (Sigh.)