Usually I can amuse myself but we’ve been frozen in for days. I just glanced up at the icicles hanging from the awnings to note they are finally starting to melt. It should warm up by Friday.

Part of the reason I’m so anxious is because I am creatively blocked. It’s such a sucky feeling! Totally dries out my happy-go-lucky.

Several months ago, I scored some writer’s software on Ebay called Dramatica. That shit has me so convoluted! The story creation process involves developing 4 different viewpoints and throughlines. The one thing required to flick me off-center is a formula of any sort. Because that’s MATH. Not art! I wished for a delicate scalpel perfectly weighted to my hand. This a mallet! Now I can’t find the authentic experience because what I started with is mangled.

Another section of my novel writing class kicks out in a few weeks. The last one was taught by a lady who churns ‘em out for Harlequinn. Well. Cool. Cool. That only made me open my mind wider. Because I am too cheap to quit a class I paid for, I listened to this woman brag and drop names og big authors she knows even as her trapped audience dwindled down to a handful.

See what I mean?!??! ARRHG. How boring is this post???!

Sometimes a fat daddy needs an adventure.

Posted by Daddy Rhon on Wednesday, January 17th, 2007 at 9:46 pm.