I’m trapped in a vicious cycle. I get it into my head that I need to drink more water. So I drink a ton of water. This result sin frequent trips to the bathroom, and I flush a lot of sodium out of my body. Then my body starts craving salty food. But I interpret that as a craving for food, in general. I binge till I’m bloated and depressed, and think I think: I know, I should be eating less and drinking more water!
Etc.
Binge/purge, that’s me. I don’t know how to quit anything except cold turkey. I don’t know how to be into something without being really really into it. Finding a balance is key, I know, but in order for me to find a balance, I’ll have to end up really really into the balance. We’re talking Wikipedia articles on acrobats, type of a thing.
Would really like to find a balance with this writing thing. That’s why I’ve been holding back, not publishing stories as soon as they’re written. Trying to actually finish a few of the old ones, not just let me self go hog-wild with a new blank page every 30 minutes. Is it tough? I would not call it tough. Just foreign. Maybe a bit unsettling. But, I think, necessary. We’ll see– who knows, by this time next month, I might be saying the same things about guitar practice.
At any rate, here’s a new story: “When the Tough Get Going.” This one is all new– not an old one resurrected and polished off. This one started because I was thinking about that writing exercise, the one where I steal the dialog from a comic strip and write a mini stories around it. I was thinking of doing that again, trying to come up with a way to describe the dread a character was feeling, and that turned into the first paragraph. The rest just happened. I sort of like it like that– just happening. Hoo boy I’m a lazy fart.
Anyway, enjoy.
