Writer’s Block? What writer’s block?
09/28/2006
My neighborhood is boring. Nothing happens around here. Lately, I haven’t had much to write about. There is plenty I don’t write about. It’s my choice. I’m trying to keep others’ privacy. This means that what would be great to write about never gets told.
Since I’m not working, I run my errands when the stores aren’t busy. Thus, I avoid the freaks. So no new freak magnet stories. I haven’t had a freak encounter for some time. Then again, perhaps I have, but it has become so normal that it doesn’t occur to me to write about it.
I have a friend who I haven’t heard from in months since I told him about my experience at Pearl Harbor. There’s a story possibility. I’ll have to tell that story here, but I will warn you that it has an eerie twilight zone quality. Stay tuned for it. After that story, Mr. Fab will never refer to me as “normal” again.
I wonder if I would have more to write about if I was working. Probably not. My last job was awful, like most jobs. Hearing about it though can get quite old. Now I spend my days looking for work, writing for my blog, surfing to maintain credits (this surfing takes up a lot of time) and separating my cats. They fight a lot, and it’s nasty. They are worse than little kids. The dog is perfectly behaved except for her foot chewing, which I have determined is a compulsive disorder. Yes, I have a neurotic dog. As you can tell, I have lots of time for researching and reading odd topics.
My apparent writer’s block must by psychological. Obviously I have something to say. Look at how long this has gone on. No one who knows me would ever guess that I would run out of things to say.
At this point, I wonder if anyone cares about my hula posts. It seems like “no.” I’m still waiting for the weight loss. I practice very day, and once a week it’s a two-hour sweat. I’m getting toned. I haven’t had anything work so quickly to tone legs and abs. My arms are a bit slower, but they are coming along. I highly recommend hula if you’re bored with other exercise. It has been almost two months, and I’m not bored yet. Usually I give up and get lazy. I hate to exercise. This doesn’t feel like exercise. Any halau (school) welcomes men and women just for exercise and to learn more. For the guys, hula is more warrior like with a bit of martial arts moves. Tahitian is even more of a workout.
The Pearl Harbor story will be coming soon, probably with pictures.










Mr. Fabulous said,
September 28, 2006 @ 1:41 pm
Hmm…have I ever referred to you as “normal”? If so, looking back, that was certainly a snap judgement if there ever was one.
I am also taking dance classes, and you are right, they are quite a workout. Although mine are lapdance classes, so I think a lot of the moves are different.
I would be happy to give you topics to write about, but you might struggle with what I pull out of my diseased brain…
Liz said,
September 28, 2006 @ 1:47 pm
Yeah, you called me normal on your blog. So are you doing the lap dances or getting them?
I loved the squirrel posts, especially the pics. I wished I had taken a photo of a live squirrel with the biggest balls on a squirrel I’ve ever seen. He must have tried to eat my dog’s food because he was found dead a few days after appearing in my yard.
Oh, I’ll find something to write about. I’ve got to stop thinking that it’s all boring.
Sonja said,
September 28, 2006 @ 11:08 pm
Phew! I guarantee if you write something about the Pope in your blog like I did, it will start things hopping. No boredom for you then!!!