Patheticville

I sent this picture of my desk to a friend the other day because it perfectly illustrates the pathetic-ness of my life these days.
Let's run down the highlights:

a. Bottle of wine
b. Glass of wine
c. Captain Morgan mug full of old bottle return money from the apartment I lived in over a year ago
d. electric toothbrush
e. a bowl of cheese and crackers (apparently there were no clean plates...?)
f. a baby shower invitation for one of my old college roommates
g. a VBS skit book
h. mini dvds I bought on clearance at Target
i. two books for my book club that I'll probably never read because they're "non-fiction" and "biography"
j. an episode of Party Down

Good thing I have my work (both paid and unpaid) to keep me busy or else ALL my nights would look like this instead of just SOME of my nights.

"That Happiness Is Mine"

"I'm not a drug salesman. I'm a writer."

"What makes you think a writer isn't a drug salesman?"
"I'll accept that. Guilty as charged."

--Kurt Vonnegut

"Cat's Cradle"

Whenever I set out to write something, it usually goes one of two ways:

1. I have a great idea. It's really easy to start, but eventually I run into a road block and never come up with a decent ending.

OR

2. I have no ideas. The deadline is approaching. I write something skeletal, throw in a few sight gags and call it a day.

Today I'm facing both challenges. I have a video in the works for Palm Sunday and the script got off to a decent start until I realized there is really no point to what I'm writing.

And Easter is less than 2 weeks away and the service is a blank slate. There is absolutely nothing planned.

Oof.

I always want to plan ahead, but I can really only work under pressure. When do you reach the point where you face the facts, stop trying to plan ahead and just wait till the last minute intentionally? Is intentional procrastination even a thing?

Once again, intentionally or no, I've waited just about as long as I can possibly wait, so I will pick up the tools of my trade and just start writing and hope that something worthwhile shows up on the page.

Action!

So much has happened in the last few weeks.

My youngest brother turned 21. We took him to his favorite restaurant where they didn't even card him.

I started a blog about my roommate's cat (at her [the roommate's] request). I've written one whole entry. Oops.









I went wine tasting with my friends and brother (he was carded several places. I feel better).











And last, but not least, my parent's house sold. It's not necessarily the house I grew up in (we moved there when I was 16) but it's definitely a symbol of "home" here and it's sad to think it will be sold to some other family who thought the house was "OK" but really just wanted the lot.

All I have to say is: they better not touch that fire pit.