Having the sense to write the thing.

Recently finished reading one of Elizabeth Gilbert's book, now I've actually forgotten the title....but anyway it's the one she wrote about the whole "great minds think alike" theory. She'd had this great idea for a book, and somehow, when she didn't act on the idea herself, the idea leaped into someone else's brain and that person wrote a best seller with her idea. She was cool with it. She realized that the universe wants to get its shit done, you know? Not wait around for the procrastinator to get around to executing the idea. In light of that I had to wonder why my seven stories haven't leaped to other minds? I still have charge of these stories, for some absolutely insane reason since I can't manage to execute any darn thing I set my mind to. It could be that my ideas are really stupid. Maybe I'm the poor schmuck with too much life happening while I outline the stories, hardly managing to get past my index cards. Maybe I surround myself with distractions. But, and you won't believe this....and only ONE PERSON ON THIS EARTH can verify this to be the truth....and isn't it a shame to have to verify statesments....but about ten years ago I had an idea for a book I started writing. About the things that have distracted me since I was 24 years old, things which have gotten in the way of all my goals....yep, that book is still sitting in my computer, never to see the light of day, because that book is called "Food, Money and Men." Seriously. In the midst of writing this genius piece, Carl ran into the house one day..... with a book. "oh my God, Ang. You gotta stop writing. LOOK!" And he showed me the book. THE BOOK. And that is how I met Elizabeth Gilbert, whose idea was SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO good that it also jumped into my brain and probably a million others, but she had sense to believe in herself and write the thing. Full circle. Read her new book. Felt like the universe was speaking to me. Just do it.

The 9 a.m. movie adventure

I can start a movie at 9 a.m.- something maybe 80 minutes long. On Demand is a wonderful thing. I watch the credits, but soon after I put it on pause. Then I put it on pause a hundred more times so that it takes me eight hours to watch that movie.

I make coffee, then make breakfast, then shower, than make the bed, then put joint compound on a wall, then do a paraffin melt for my hands, then look for the heating pad for my seventeen year old cat, then throw out the cream cheese I feel guilty about having in my fridge, then retrieve the cream cheese and wonder whether I could put it outside for an animal to eat, then get online to see if there is an animal that actually eats cream cheese, go back to the movie for awhile, then paint the wall after the compound dries, remove the door knob from the door that needs painting, accidentally close the door without the doorknob and realize that all my coats are in there and I can't get the door open again, paint the door because to heck with it- maybe when my S.O. gets back home he can open the door- talk on the phone a dozen times, go back and watch some more movie, get on the treadmill, organize the trash for trash day, load the dishwasher, finish the movie.

And sometimes I actually entertain the idea of going out to a movie.

Who am I fooling? I have some kind of attention deficit thingie.