Cumbersome

I have become so, I don't know, stuck in my own way. I can't figure out what to do. Despite doing this as sort of a practice to write every day, I can't seem to get past my own mental block in regards to my own writing. And in the non-writing world it's becoming harder and harder to deal with everyone. Some are inconsiderate and some are just so dumb they don't realize it.

Who does the "shoulder" lean to when he needs a shoulder. Because the weight is becoming overwhelming. .

It has been a few days. But those days have been a dark void of un-creativity. Hopefully I can get back in track. All of my creative juices involve reminiscing about the good times we all had in our scout. And creating banners with a game of thrones app.

It's weird when you are running you know how much time. I have no idea how Delong I have left and I'm savior to fall asleep.

It is really hard sometimes to vent to people who care. That is why I'm all for therapy. I think I may need to talk to an impartial third party. I have so much going on, I just need someone who is being paid to sit there and listen.

I think if I do go back to therapy I would give a quick breakdown of all the players in the game. My last therapist didn't go that way and it seemed like I was introducing new characters every week. Perhaps a grid of some sort. I don't know.

I realized I can't drink like I used to. 1.5 liters of beer and I end up a little hung over.

I don't know.

I just watched this documentary on poverty that was on HBO. Wow was that depressing. I am so grateful that we had options when the smooth waters got rocky. Some of these people they showed were good, hardworking people who hit some bad luck. Mostly through no fault of their own. I think the movie was called American Winter.

It was a rough workout I had too much food in my stomach and I felt like I was going to vomit and my legs emerge both burnt.

Oscillate

Someone once told me that if you ever want to feel behind on your writing you should start a blog. I hear that. It is way too early to be up as opposed to my usual, way too late. I'm laying in bed and it's only comfy when the fan hits me. But I'd be shivering if the fan didn't oscillate at all. Damn I was sure I would be able to spell oscillate right the first time or at least the second time. I wish I was as deep a sleeper as my daughter. Once she is out, she is out. And let me tell you there will be hell to pay in any hour when I try to wake her up.

I'm one of those guys.

So I have become one of those guys. I wrote an email to George RR Martin about a question I had about Game of Thrones. You would think someone shaping a world in five 800 page books would find space to figure out the tiniest piece of minutiae.

Holy crap I'm tired. Once I'm finished writing this I'm going to sleep. I can honestly say I haven't been this tired in days.

My new portal

My wife has a way about her that can either get me to do something. Or stop me completely. Tonight I got an email from her and made a new web page. Sort of a launch page. Or a portal, with links to twitter, contact info, my writing portfolio, my blogs (including this one) and eventually maybe a podcast. Who knows. And of course contact info.I realized that was the first thing I write but hey it's late. Hopefully I can finish it at some point this weekend, but I don't know. It looks great, an unfinished version is up there so if you can find it by all means check it out.

I found something written about me and there was a weird comment.