Trying to Write
"You know you are really good at throwing pottery at cars."
This weekend - post the Friday night fling of exotic all around worldly pleasures and good times. The crew of derelicts from Turner's (and I) actually made it out on the town together. How that happened, one can only speculate, but nothing says fun like Ruth Christ at midnight followed by Ryleigh's at 4 am. Huh? What? I remember texting people to tell them I went to Atlantic City so no one would assume that I wouldn't be talking like a fish for the next day. There was no way I was taking callers after that evening.
Anyway - given my text message lie - I procured two whole days of alone time. There was no one in my house. I wanted to try to write and I did. I wrote - well - at least I drew outlines and tried to write. It didn't work.
What do you mean it didn't work?
Well umm - nothing really came out of me that was worth ever pursuing. It was just empty. I did however manage to emmulate a great deal of cartoons and sitcoms in my writing. I never really managed to pound out anything that could be considered a basis. I looked back over some poems I had written and short stories that I started and then proceed to burn them on the roof deck and watch the firey pages fall to the street like diving WWII shot down aircraft; quite liberating if nothing else.
Maybe it was my surroundings that weren't condusive to writing. Maybe I only really write well when I'm drunk or horny. Who the hell even knows if I write well at all. I don't and the people around me are too nice to say anything anyway. So, whatever, anyway - there once was a man from Nantucket.
Brief interludes of insanity are what make the world a tolerable place for me. If it wasn't for my spatially adept brain that can take any situation and make levity out of it, I'm pretty sure I would either be dead by now, or filthy rich. Oh well - there's always love.
Anyway - seclusion was good. Not having any one around was ok for a little while. Every one of them come back this evening and it looks like it'll be more of me trying to cater to something I still don't understand.
