I donno what to write.
That isn’t exactly it. I’ve had about two dozen ideas, just none of them are seeming to want to be executed.
So, my great idea today was to not go deep, and just summarize. Get all the ideas out of the way, maybe they’re blocking the creative path or clogging the artery or maybe I just don’t really want to write and this’ll solve that impasse too.
1. Almost wrote a poem about faking it. Didn’t like it. The basic idea of the poem was that I woke up feeling just fine. If that’s the best you can write, well… feeling fine is nice and all, but it doesn’t make for very compelling literature.
I can’t tie this into a bigger theme. It’s a baby eating dog food. I think that really says all that needs said.
3. Wanted to write about color. I’d intended to do a free write about color, inspired by ybonesy at red Ravine. I want to do this, but I woke up feeling fine. The color thing would be a great way to tap into primal imagery or vital moments, but not when your outlook is servicable and pleasant, like Wonder Bread. Right now I’d probably end up writing a grocery list.
4. Small talk! And sucking at it. The Lilli Pad had a funny post about her attempts at chit-chat during a hen party, followed by a comment by Lazy Buddhist that bloggers lack social skills. I won’t speak for all of you, but I personally suck at small talk. I think my eyes glaze over or something, because people always know when I’m faking it. It’s easier just to say some of the things that actually occur to me to respond, and those things range from deep to deeply goofy. Small talk is a lighter, shallower plain of communication, and I’ve never figured out how to comfortably navigate it. How ’bout you?
5. Calamari. I wanna know… who looked at a slimy, tentacle covered squid and said to themselves, “I bet that’d be tasty.”
6. I accidentally just watched a little part of ‘As Good As It Gets’, and Melvin (Jack Nicholson’s character) really sucks at small talk, too.
7. Number six didn’t really deserve it’s own number listing, it was kind of an addendum to number 4. This one doesn’t either.
8. A man who was at poker last night mentioned having a retarded daughter. I’ve always greatly enjoyed the word ‘retarded’ but on hearing about an actual retarded person, every instance in which I used the word retarded for it’s phenomic delights came back to weight down my shoulders with terrible shame. I was so busy thinking about how guilty I felt, I forgot to think about the life commitment of this fella, or any parent who brings a child into the world who will never attain personal independence and the incredible sacrificial love required to care for someone their whole life long. I also called a hand when I meant to fold. Isn’t that retarded?
And finally, here are other people’s words I’ve discovered in the last week that I’ve found valuable. Awesome. Reassuring. Well-crafted or just plain straight-from-the-heart.