Writing
When Eskimos Change Into Their Shorts
And one’s muse skips town
I don’t normally get upset if some other place is warmer than where I happen to currently be — provided that other place is some place like Costa Rica or Bali or the Sahara Desert. But when the other place that is warmer than where I happen to currently be is the North Pole then I get just a wee bit pissed off.
The weather over the North Pole and the weather over most of America have exchanged places. It is now considerably warmer at the North Pole. While the Eskimos are putting on their shorts I am realizing that I just don’t have enough clothes to put on in order to go outside without freezing to death.
It’s kind of nice to get pissed off every now and again. It provides a delightful little burst of energy. Sadly, it’s not enough energy to warm me up. Am I going to have to get enraged or something?
It’s too bad that my apartment doesn’t have a fireplace. If it did I could throw some of my novels in there to start a fire to stay warm by.
Well, that’s all I’ve got on that subject…
Has anyone noticed that there have been volcanos erupting around the world in the last week? Four that I’ve heard about. What’s that all about?
I suppose Mommy Nature is venting just like all mommies need to do to maintain some sanity. If you’re a mommy of small human Earthlings how do you vent?
Back when I was a mommy I used to vent by chopping wood. Man, I was so much more buff back then than I am now.
I started three stories over the last four days and I quit each one of them halfway through. They just weren’t very good. I think maybe it has something to do with all those volcanos erupting. Or perhaps my muse has taken a vacation to the North Pole in order to warm up.
It’s just me here right now — just me and the houseplants. And they’re not very happy. They are trembling in fear, afraid that the end of the world has arrived; afraid they will never feel the sun coming through the windows ever again. Or maybe they’re pissed off that my muse didn’t take them with her to the North Pole.
Actually I think they’re pissed at me. I’ve been trying to reassure them, telling them that everything will be wonderful again someday. I promise them that they will feel the sun again.
But they reply, “How can we believe you? You can’t even finish a story!”
“Oh yeah? You guys think I can’t finish a story? Well, I’m gonna finish one right this very minute!”
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