Do you ever have those periods of time where you feel like the most boring person on the planet? I’ve gotten so boring I’m convinced that my brain is atrophying and now I brush my teeth with my left hand. I read somewhere that brushing your teeth with your opposite hand will help your brain from turning to crap.
I stopped taking Loft classes after I started my job because I wasn’t sure if how mentally taxing my job would be or if I’d have problems juggling the time. My god do I miss the Loft. I miss the forced socialness of it, the intellectual stimulation, and how writing classes force you to open your mind.
It’s like I went to bed sometime in November and I’m just waking up. I so don’t like this person who is awake. She’s kind of whiny and cranky all the time. All she does is go to work and come home and get angry whenever anyone deviates her from this routine. I’m officially lame and I hate it.
So instead of whining more about it, I am making changes. First, I’m going to update I Will Dare more often. Of all the things I’ve been missing, I miss I Will Dare the most.
I also promised myself that by the end of this week I’ll have submitted my story Lane Six for publication somewhere. I’m also signing up for a few classes at the Loft, including one on how to write sex scenes (bow-chikka-bow-bow). I’m going to go back to being the character that has to say yes, and stop being the person who makes excuses.
Hot damn. I hope things get interesting again.