Sunday, April 9, 2017
Writing.....
We did our podcast the other night and the comedian we interviewed considers herself mainly a writer. she said she writes everyday and HAS to or she's crazy. So I today have sat down to write for me show tonight and I have written - NOTHING. I can't fucking do it. It's excruciating. I'm so - UGH - stuck about it. And just now as I sat down to at least write on here - which isn't excruciating or AS excruciating - I remembered how much I used to LOVE to write. I loved it and I didn't feel good unless I got to do it. So what happened??? Is it the drinking? Did it break my writers bone? Maybe it's the fact that I wait so long in between writing. Like exercise - I have to start all over again. Im going to try to write everyday. As I was typing that I was thinking "NO IM NOT." Ha! Christ. I should though and see if it helps. I really do love to write but this like game of chicken with it fucking stinks. Wow the more nervous I get the more I swear. Hmmmmm.....so I am hosting this show tonight and I am so nervous. There are amazing comics on the show and one of them is a woman who has been around forever and is amazing. Totally intimidating. That's okay it's a challenge - one I just need to be prepared for that's all. I have a doctors appointment tomorrow with the Snake Doctor. Oh man I can't wait. I just love that doctor. Okay I have to go and get ready for this. Or lay down. Oh my God I am so sleepy all of a sudden. Okay I am going to rally and stay upright and force myself to do this writing and I am going to fucking write everyday. Maybe. Love you Bluebie byeeee.
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