I just ate a bowl of cold mashed potato and told myself that it really wasn't a bad as I expected it to be. Ate the whole lot, went yum.
Then I thought to myself, you lazy fucking fucker. You didn't really enjoy that as much as you're pretending to, did you. Well no, not really, I admitted to me. You were just too lazy to get up and put it in the microwave oven for a couple of minutes, weren't you. Yes, I was. Lazy, lazy bastard.
The conversation with me about the cold mashed potato made me think about my writing. I've been telling myself that I'm writing all these theatre reviews as a way of studying them before writing my own play. This may be true in part, but then I'm putting energy into trying to get better paid review and feature writing work rather than putting any effort into writing something creative myself. It's either laziness or fear of failure.
I'm out of practice. I feel like I'm not going to come up with anything worthwhile, so I'm copping out. That's what I'm doing, isn't it. Yes, it is. Well what am I going to do about it? Huh? HUH?
Cold mashed potato really isn't all that bad.
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Cold mash is yum. You are procrastinating though. I can tell and I should know since I am the Procrastinatrix.
You are right (and pretty funny... Procrastinatrix). Cold mash is yum, but I think hot is better. You are right about the procrastination too. I really need to stop fucking about and get into it.
Heh. Too funny. Come read the post I wrote tonight. There's maybe a little wisdom in it for you.
By the way, thanks for always stopping by my blog and giving me nudges here and there. I really do appreciate it, and in fact, when I sit here and try to think up something to write in my blog, I do actually think, to myself, "at least quick will come read it."
Funny, but I feel like the most humourless bastard alive right now. Drop by again sometime. Humour improves with mood.
And you are welcome. I drop by a handful of blogs that amuse or otherwise engage me.
Okay, on my way over right now to check out The Wisdom of Invisible...
I prefer cold mash.
As for not writing...ALL writers have a kind of resistance to writing, I don't know why. I even read about it in a couple o' books. So you're not alone.
GG - Funny how true that is. Why resist the thing we love doing? Must be that fear of failure thing. Or something.
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