| 03/28/01 - Until It Ends, There Is No End ... Another Cyndi Lauper insight. I like this much better than It's Not Over Till The Fat Lady Sings ... Eye Yie Yie (wonder how you spell that) - I'm like so fucking behind and wondering why? Time is just going where? I'm starting to wonder if the rant is getting to me? How could it not? I have been physically agitated lately. I sleep, but then I'm not sure I'm feeling rested. And I never have time to get to my writing and my reading and ... oh shut up! No ... You shut up!!! This is what happens when you have a bunch of good stuff floating in your mind and no time to disseminate it. I could have captured some of it, but I never got around to loading the word processor. I have faith in myself though. The good stuff will probably survive. So, I'm not going to fight it, this preoccupation. I've seen a couple of movies this week. Remember The Titans ... I think this is a current one. Takes place in Virginia 1971, a story of a high school football team (a newly desegregated southern high school). It was worth seeing. I wouldn't want to change anyone's perspective on the issues of those days. I just like the way I related to that period. Then tonight on VH1 I saw a movie called The 60's ... more relating. I'm glad to know that if I had to do it all over again, I probably would. I'm going crazy? Is this it? So what's prompted this? I think I'm just really fertile right now, maybe magnetic. Maybe it's just luck that's bringing me some pretty profound thoughts. However, I'm not so sure that pondering so much on the past is all that good for you. I think it should probably just be taken for as a way to see how you got to here. Knew I would get back to the Here And Now. I have just about got the top of the desk in the kitchen cleaned off. I must have made this the burying ground for worthless reading. I tell my boys to clean up. I tell them they just might find some treasure, something they forgot they had. Here's what I found ... A thin paperback book titled "A Writer's Notebook." |
| Dream A Little Dream ... |
| This was the title page. I never wrote anything past this page. That speaks volumes now, doesn't it? You don't always find treasure. Sometimes you just get a clean desk ... And a peaceful mind. |