Yeah, it’s Wrist to Forehead Sunday. I was afraid it would be. You see, I started early and had really the best day. We went to a winery for an art show with music. It was awesome. I hope to write a real blog post about it in the coming days, but I just can’t seem to do it right now.
Still, I must write something. I like to post every day, whether it’s any good or not. I guess I go through spurts where it’s not very good for several days in a row. The problem is, it seems one can either be a writer or have a life. But what a Catch 22 that is! If you have life, you don’t have any time to write. If you don’t have a life, you don’t have anything to write about.
Oh, well, I guess that last sentence is not really true. Apart from this blog, I write fiction. You can write fiction without having a life, unless it is thinly disguised autobiographical fiction. I do not write thinly disguised autobiographical stuff; I make things up. So I could indeed sit home with no friends and no life and write that sort of fiction.
Perhaps I’ll try that one day. Only not tomorrow, because I am meeting a friend to do some fundraising stuff for Team Uncle Leo for the Sitrin Run/Walk to benefit veteran programs. And I must get ready for the Boilermaker 15K in two weeks. Oh, and I’m in a play at Ilion Little Theatre.
Stay tuned, when this blog will begin to offer tips on how one can have a life and find time to write. As soon as I figure it out.