Thursday, October 2, 2008

Yeaaaaaah....



... as Bill Lumbergh would say. I'm reading back the post below after it's 20-hundreth grammar and spell-check, and I'm STILL wondering if I should have just chucked it. Or copy and delete and post again so the date will show I finally posted this mess last night, because I've been beyond blogstipated, in a snowballing guilt trip that started with feeling like I Should Be Writing For Creative Writing whenever I found myself with time and wanting to check up on my favorite blogs. The more I peaked in those wonderful bloggers lives and creations, the more my festering blog entry and Must Creatively WRITEWRITEWRITE pounded me down, so thus this.

Sometimes personal journal entries aren't quite as tight as one would want to, you know? But it's funny to me to read back how, before I hit the wall drink-wise, my recollection of events was so vivid, then BAM: Blur City whizzing by. But kind of glad the class has got me back to journaling old-school regularly, because I don't think I could have retained the detail I could still piece together without pen and paper next to me and being back in that groove.

So again....yeeeeeah, I'll go back to sipping my coffee and wondering What.the.FUCK? ...again. And maybe later I'll post about how I managed to scramble to work the following morning with DH's help (thinking about him that night-day still makes me cringe, wanna dig a hole and hide in it for a sec).

And now paraphrasing the late great Rick James: Alcohol is a helluva drink...OK, that made me cringe, too, later...

Edited to add the video above. I love the original video, but Sony appears to have requested disabling embedding, the grinches. Its truth hits harder with all that has happened this birthday month. September seems to bring on the karmic consequences; maybe because fall is the season for reaping, OK now I'm gonna be depressed so I'll stop -- but listen to it, forgot how beautiful and in a strange way hopeful Destruction is, and how masterful Faithless and Maxi Jazz are. (((HUGS))) and later :)

6 comments:

Cynic with Flair said...

Girl, I have blogstipation all the time! I feel like I have to write something of Hemingway-esque proportions before I type a word. I love your free rolling thoughts, and the video rocks! Love that song. Don't feel any pressure to write...just do it when you feel it! Much love to you.

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I think I already left this comment! I must be a sucky blog friend. ; )

Slyde said...

its not just you... sometimes i look back over what ive written and think "holy crap! who is going to read this garbage?"

Letty Cruz said...

*crawling back out from nonblogging rock*:

MUAHMUAHMUAH to all of you beautiful people!

Thank you, Beth, John, and Slade! I think this class is helping me get over freaking out about "writing crap" and just rolling onto more writing.

And NOW if I can only get to moving all you guys (fave blogs) to that newfangled Blogger thingie...

Calder said...

Hating all that we write just keeps us writing more. I will write my best thing ever tomorrow... yet "tomorrow" never comes does it, there's always another tomorrow. I have like 15 poetry journals filled every page front and back that when I crack them open for a read, I blush... and hate almost every word.

You rock Letty!!!

Letty Cruz said...

Oh, Calder. Your words were profetic. Putting off writing here has atrophied my blog again. BUT at least I've continued on my class notebook :)...missed you all!