it’s like this

I just emerged from the busiest quarter of the year at work and haven’t had much time for blogging lately. But that’s not why I’m not writing here very often. As Stephen King proved by knocking out 8,000-page novels, delicately balancing his typewriter between the washing machine and his knees while the kids were sleeping–if you need to write, you will.

But wanting isn’t enough. I want to blog more often, but I don’t need to. I haven’t felt like there was something pressing I needed to tell you. Instead of writing fluff and filler just to keep the page views up, I’ve chosen not to write much at all. And that makes me uncomfortable. This blog and I have been chugging along together since May 2005. Never say die.

It’s not like I’m not writing. I swim in words all day at work.  And ideas for plays, scenes, moments have been coming in a constant flow lately. I catch as many as I can and write them on index cards so 1) I don’t forget and 2) I’ve got a nice stack of inspiration to pull from when the time is right.

The time will be right, whether blog post or play, when I need to write the thing down because it won’t get out of my brain otherwise. Like a song that gets stuck in your head. The only way to exorcise it is to write it. So I bide my time. When want becomes need, that’s when the work gets done. More to come.

For now, this.

what's old is still (a little) relevant
1980s technology is alive and well: Molly and Rowan playing Pac-Man at our house yesterday (and comfortably sharing a seat, which would never have worked with me and my brothers–someone would have ended up mad and on the floor)

My family came for a visit yesterday, and we celebrated the belated arrival of fall. I put a few Halloween decorations around to help set the mood, including a scary 3-D skull that has an evil laugh, plays creepy music, rolls its eyes (which light up) and opens/snaps shut its jaw. I was worried it would scare the kids. I played it for them once and watched for their reaction. There was a pause and then delight. They kept pushing the button over and over (and over) again. At one point, I saw Rowan tentatively insert his finger in the thing’s mouth so it could bite him. Can’t say these kids aren’t tough.

Unlike me. Later that night, James placed the skull (which can be put on a motion-activated setting) in a dark corner of the living room. I walked by shortly before bed and it went off, scaring the crap out of me and our 70-pound dog. In the dog’s defense, she’s scared of everything. In mine, I’m very jumpy.


3 responses to “it’s like this”

  1. You know….Life went along just fine without blogs and all this other nonsense. It is cool that you don’t carve out time to entertain the likes of us out here in space. I need the motivation of pictures to get me to write anything in my blog. (blog??). I suppose so I won’t have to write anything smart or witty. The pictures of the country I live in carries it all along without my prose diminishing it.
    We have one of those moving scary guys that dances and music plays. I have almost taken a baseball bat to that thing when I forget that it is set up. And, my dog hates that thing!!

  2. You have a blog, Jim? Please share the address. I’d love to check it out, especially if it’s pictures of the beautiful place you live.

    Irritating the dogs is one of James’ and my favorite pastimes. We used to have a bat that hooked to the ceiling and flew around in a circle, snapping its jaws and flapping its wings. Drove the dogs crazy.

  3. Here you go,
    Don’t expect any literary genius….it is just me grinding around on my bike!

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