A List of things that don't exist

I’ve been full of snot for a few days. All of the writing ideas apparently get tangled up in the snot, so I’ve spent a lot of time either passed out on the couch or cleaning off the desk in the hopes that if I found a pen I’d write something.
All I have to show for it is a clear desktop, rearranged computer peripherals, and a bag of used tissues. These are some of the things I might have written, if any writing had happened in the past four days.
*A review of Ender’s Game by Orson Scott Card, which I finished reading on Sunday.
*A pondering on my preparations for NaNoWriMo. That might have included my tinkering with a romance in a video store, a murder mystery in a Las Cruces apartment building, a comedy about two friends who only see each other at work, and an existential rambling about whatever came out of my fingertips into the keyboard.
*A rundown on the Halloween costume plans that are in the works here. Normally I am involved in a great deal of sewy, crafty goodness in October, but the Sonars are taking that job from me.
*A list of all of the inspiring, instructional, cool writery encouragement that I’ve stumbled upon recently.
Alas, none of these things exist except in a mist of thought in my clogged head. Keep your fingers crossed and maybe some of these things will emerge soon. Or maybe not.
I’ll leave you with the funniest line I’ve heard all week. Partner, contemplating the apparent irony of his personal politics relative to his profession, recently claimed that he doesn’t usually start things and he doesn’t usually join things. When asked what he Does Do, he replied: Mostly I sit at home and question my complicit participation in a patriarchal structure.
He knows the way to my heart.




Reader Comments (4)
D'awww! I love that occupation. Now if only it paid well...
Hope you are feeling better! il just dumped a bunch of mucus too, she is feeling much better ;-)
Oh yeah, and tell Partner that he is The Man (emphasize the caps). Tell him I hope he enjoys being the oppressor. ;-)
Yes, but Patrick, I dropped my mucus through my NOSE! And Partner lists "Oppressor of the Masses" on his resume. ;)