Cough Up Music

I haven’t felt like writing these last couple of days. I find myself trying to talk myself into it, but not really doing anything. I’m working an exorbitant amount for me. The alone time that I have hasn’t felt like creative time. It also hasn’t felt like time where I want to treat the time like a third job where I turn my writing into a structure, set a goal and rework theme, plot, dialogue.

After watching “Stranger Than Fiction” last week, I see myself in the Emma Thompson character in the sense of how she plays out scenarios in her head about what she was thinking about writing. Hah… ten years of writer’s block. I can relate. I have a repeat feeling that what I’m trying to write has already been written by me; fragments here and there through time that I must find and piece together.

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-Hannah Jones Song
A tune that I rather enjoyed dancing to when it first came out. THERE. It’s happening right now where I blink and start seeing this picture of a moment and it tells a story. My spine starts to tingle and then my arms show the visible signs of euphoria. Hairs standing at attention for the passing General of a moment.

Feeling So Small
I Stare at the Wall
Hoping That You, Think of me too.
-Roxette Song
Easy eye drainer if I want it to be. This song was playing at work last night and I mentioned to Molly that I “loved” this song when it first came out.

I woke up early out of a dream where time was a factor in someone’s situation. I’m counting the days and mending my ways, but I still find fault in things to exult.