“I would rather do anything than tackle that empty page, because what you do on that page is you.” John Updike
Writing every day is tough to do!
I’m so glad I’m not a miserable old man! I can be miserable, but not really in a way that I desperately seek to take all my grievance’s out on others.
I have a very miserable man that tends to throw the same card down when he doesn’t get his way. This is the same guy I mentioned that wanted me to replace heairo-rator in his faucet (the thingy that makes your water bubble). So again he calls the housing inspector. This is the fourth time now. I know it’s him too. The housing inspector is getting sick of him and leaked to me that this anonymous person has a very distinct voice…ahem…cough-cough…Russian.
M.O. – 50’s 60’s abusive, tries to be flirty and smart around young girls (they tell me he’s a big douche’ bag!). He hates male compitition and will use any filthy Bush league tactic to bring you down. A Genuine P.I.G. Thinks he knows everything and loves to lecture me like I’m fourteen years old…Well, he doesn’t know what he’s dealing with! I can out douche bag him with one hand tied behind my back!
It just sucks, it’s like a giant toothache. One more thing I just don’t feel like, or have the time to deal with.
I don’t want to be to whinny, so I’ll cut it off here.
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A great writer passed away today…John Updike. His resume is pretty awesome. I’m so humbled yet inspired by by people of this caliber. I can only wish to write one book in my lifetime, let alone one a year and more. Such great passionate stuff too. I want to write now at this old age. I’m discovering that it’s actually more immediately satisfying than writing music. It almost seems like I don’t have space or time to really write music. There are too many factors involved. Writing, production and performing are a struggle to keep in balance. I practice my instruments a lot, but I’m never happy with my performance. Writing is seemingly a little less technique and more heart and soul. It’s hard to spell check a guitar or bass solo.
I’m still trying. Ever since my significant other has been out of work, space has become impossible. Maybe if I’m miles away on my bike that’s the only space I get from anything anymore. I can almost tune out when I’m writing like this and focus, but the music is too hard, especially with the TV on every second. That’s OK, I need her to be happy. I need a stable foundation to do this.
Sorry no pictures today. I’m getting my Samsung camera back from the shop tomorrow! I’m really excited!
Pictures tomorrow for sure!
