I’d rather look at ugly faces…
Change my name or talk about cereal.
I’d rather drive across town to deliver pants
Or prick my finger with tiny needles over and over.
I’d rather stare at a “Hang in there, baby” poster with a tiny kitten in a tree…
Stitch giant letters on a rebel flag.
I’d rather go nowhere on a bike
Or endure a mess of dog farts.
Anything, yes- just about anything
Would be absolutely preferable…
100% better and genuinely superior
Than writing tonight.
The Not So Fantastic Reality:
The above story was inspired by the following tidbits I encountered today:
ONE: I don’t know if it’s because I’ve been sewing a giant rebel flag all day or if I’m just experiencing writers’ block, but I couldn’t think of one damn thing I wanted to write about tonight. Perhaps the end of this writing journey is so near I can taste it and I have a blogger’s version of ‘senioritis’. Whatever the reason, I’m just not ‘in it’ tonight and have found every excuse and reason to procrastinate- I’ve looked up ‘ugly faces’, searched for the original ‘hang in there, baby’ poster, chatted about cereal for dinner and been almost blown off the couch by some stinky dog farts thanks to my snoozing doxie, Joey. Let’s hope for some inspiration to strike tomorrow!
Love & Squirrels.