It's 12:43am and once again,
I'm putting off my writing. Tonight's distraction is the quest for songs off of
Tori Amos's new album,
Scarlet's Walk. I'm thrilled that her music finally has that
organic, melodious sound that made me fall in love with her first 2 albums.
I should be working on my story.
It's been many months since I sat down and penned a tale to add to what is quickly becoming a modest adventure log in a different reality than the one in which I dwell. Finally, though, I'm figuring out the bits and pieces that will tie everything together.
I should be working on my story.
Instead, I'm thinking about how my rugby team is up in Modesto while I'm still in Los Angeles because I promised my brother I'd halp him with some yard work. Wednesday one of my mates offered me his spot at the tourney because he could no longer go. Today I found out my brother didn't order the dumpster we needed to do the bulk of the work. Did I miss out? I'm still not sure. Something tells me I'm in SoCal this weekend for a reason...
I should be working on my story.