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I am a cliche you’ve seen before

7 May

I am a cliche you’ve seen before

The Southern Gentleman and I were eating somewhere the other day. I can’t remember where, because lately I can’t remember details too well. I blame my 10+ hours of internet each day and its nonstop flow of information demanding to be evaluated, filtered, parsed, tossed away. Too much for the mind. Anyway, the setting isn’t as important as this moment is:

We were talking about our respective birthdays — coincidentally, the same number of days and years apart — and how growing older means grasping new things and letting go of other ones. “I used to be a writer,” I lamented, and I meant it. I tried to remember the last time I’d written something strictly creative, or the last time I saw a byline on paper. I didn’t even try to remember the last time I’d gotten lost in the act of writing. It’s been months. Maybe a year. Maybe more.

Writers write, as they say, but lately I don’t write. I work, I cook, I clean, I occasionally and happily read. I don’t write, though. And writing is something I always did, even when I was three years old. Without it, I don’t really know what to do. Or maybe the things I want to write about are too personal, or maybe you don’t want to read about how much I still miss my father, or maybe — with the noted exception of feeling like a failed writer — I’m happy with my life and just want to sit back and enjoy that rather than work, work, work. (Writing is work.)

“You’re still a writer,” the Gent said, because he loves me.

In unrelated and seemingly (seemingly!) contradictory news, I’ve started a travel website as a hobby. I did it mostly because I spent 100+ days traveling last year, and all of those pictures had to go somewhere. I call it The Website That Nobody Reads, but officially, its title rips off a Joy Division lyric: Admiring Distance. So there you go.

Feeling better, my foot!

27 Sep

Feeling better, my foot!

I broke my foot a year ago, or at least that’s what Betty said in her e-mail. I believe her because she’s very good at remembering dates and marking them on the calendar. Anyway, it’s a year later, and my foot still hurts. It isn’t blindingly painful, and it isn’t constant. It’s always there, though, waiting for damp weather or non-orthopedic shoes to usher in the dull ache. (more…)

Get off my lawn

9 Jan

Get off my lawn

The good thing about getting older is that — if all goes well — you are wiser, more experienced, calmer, and more mature. The bad thing is that you realize what a nincompoop you were when you were younger, and the even worse thing is that you know you’ll say the same thing about your current self 10 years from now. Which, in a way, is the same as the good thing. Oh my gosh, it’s the CIRCLE OF LIFE. (more…)

It was Christmas Eve, babe, in the drunk tank

24 Dec

It was Christmas Eve, babe, in the drunk tank

As promised, Christmas songs that I like. (more…)

Kris Kringle was a car thief

23 Dec

Kris Kringle was a car thief

Christmas music generally makes me want to hit myself over the head with a yule log. That way, I could be niiiiice and unconscious until the general public is finally spared from hearing tracks off Snoop Dogg Presents Christmas In Tha Dogg House. Sadly, even though I avoid malls, department stores and other dens of piped-in, holly-jolly music, the stuff is damn near inescapable. (more…)