I should be writing, something fictional anyway, instead of this blog post. Way of the world I guess, procrastinate until I feel some inspiration knock me in the forehead with a baseball bat or maybe a whiffle bat with the aerodynamic holes in it. By gosh I just can't seem to find my way today, I think it is in the air. Either that or I need to turn my internet off and just force myself to do something.
That sounds vaguely like a plan, either that or I might go read State of Fear from Micheal Crichton and let his ghost try to inspire me into the great writing that I know I have lurking under the surface. Unfortunately that greatness is camera shy and likes chocolate chip cookies while they are still warm with a cold American beer in its hand.
Maybe I will go make some cookies--
More Little boats: Poleacre and America's
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Go make the cookies. I'm suffering as well today - maybe it's post nano blues.
It has to be. I don't know what else it could be, although it could be that I just want cookies and beer.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h5jTvDQV8Xc
There you go. That should knock something loose.
Thanks Nat, but that just made me want to go fishing. (I'm hopeless today)
Salt water or fresh water? I used to fish all the time as a kid. I was even in "Fisherman's Magazine" : )
never fished salt water. Lived inland all my life. Got a good bass pond only a mile or so from my house.
Even as a child you were destined to be in print.
I suggest scotch and cigarettes
I don't smoke and I only have a shot or two of scotch left in the bottle.
Chocolate chip cookies and BEER? Ugh. Well, I hope it's inspirational, at least.
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