Kris' Cold Report: feeling a bit better, though certainly not all the way better, yet. It was threatening, for a little bit there, to turn into something nasty. But it's subsided a bit and I decided to stay up and watch the X Files and write an entry.
I think I may call in sick tomorrow, though, if this cough doesn't subside. Every so often, I'm siezed with a fit of coughing that is loud, barking, and unstifleable. It happens about once an hour, and I try to manage to look mortified and run to another room if it happens in front of people.
Horrid. I tell you what.
So today I started The Artist's Way. I decided it would be good for me, and it might even help unblock all this stuff I feel blocked up inside of me. I'm not sure if I'm not being creative at the moment because of my internal censor, although that may certainly be the case--and if it is i think the book will help me work through that.
And, hell, anything that gets me to write on a regular basis is good.
When I asked Chris about it, he was kinda negative about it--mentioned something about using it in the creative writing class from hell, i think. But I think it might be an interesting exercise in what someone else thinks the creative process might be like.
And who knows, I might even get Secrets and Dreams part II written.
I am a closet romantic.c'mon, everyone who's surprised here raise your hands...
I'm not traditionally romantic, i think. I don't watch mushy romances and go, "awwww." I hated The Bridges of Madison County.
I'd rather do things, I guess. A dinner at an out-of-the-way restaurant that the other might like. A poem or two written for them. Things that display a measure of thought and insight into what the other person might like.
Maybe that is romantic. I dunno The whole red and pink hearts thing just doesn't do it for me. I think I may just be allergic to manufactured holidays.
Then again, celebrating a massacre is pretty cool, I have to admit.
