Writing My Way Out of a Paper Bag: Wherein I remember that I have a blog.

Who the hell put all these cobwebs all over the internet? Can that even happen?¹ Well, either way I'm back. In addition to my apparent lethargic attitude towards updating this blog, I also moved at the start of February. Moving was just as terrible as I remember.² I'm technically still not fully moved in. I've yet to have the heart to put books onto my small bookcase. But I at least have a split-expenses-in-half-patsy... I mean a roommate. Even if he never turns any lights off.³

The move not only killed my will to blog, it killed my will to write in general, which as you can imagine is quite inhibitive to my ability to write my way out a paper bag. That sentence was super long. My bad.

Post move I just wanted to relax and not worry about my hopes and dreams. Hopes and dreams quite frankly, are exhausting. Whatever happened to everything just being given to you?⁴ I could use some free wish fulfillment.

Luckily there is some good news on the writing front. First being, surprisingly, another blog. Now I think by this point it's obvious I shouldn't be writing for a blog, let alone for two. Nevertheless, a buddy of mine from High School, let's call him Abe⁵, asked me if I'd like to write for a blog he's starting. The central conceit of the blog being that we post a video of a song and then do some commentary on said song/video. At first I thought, "I don't really listen to enough music to write for that sort of thing". Then I asked if I could write about music from musicals and films. He said yes. Then I thought, "I listen to to much music to pick any songs"

I recently kicked off the blog with my first post. This one concerning Stephen Sondheim, specifically "How I Saved Roosevelt" and why it shows he's a better lyricist than you are. I will, eventually, post links for all of you to enjoy. Not yet, however, as the blog is enjoying a few week soft open to work out the kinks and make sure the concept translates well to reality. Once we start spreading the word, I will, of course, shamelessly self promote here.

The other development in the writing world is my new plan to have Writing Wednesdays. Believe me I tried to find a good portmanteau. Writingsday? Writensday? I love combining two awesome things into one as much as anyone⁶, but I just couldn't make it work satisfactorily. Regardless, I'm going to give my best attempt to write for a hour or more after work on Wednesdays. Hopefully on Sympathy for the Devil, and quite possibly on this blog. Now the plan is not to only write during this time, but it will help to have designated writing time. Plus it gives me time to play minesweeper.

So maybe I'll post next week and tell you how it continues. Week one was a success as I finished the scene list for the new draft of sympathy. And I made the file for the new treatment. That's just blank. Sitting there. Staring into my soul.

Writing's the worst.

Now here's my random thoughts for the night:
--In my mind sending out Christmas Cards is what makes you an adult.
--Apples, while delicious, are not filling.
--Pokemon are still awesome. A little too awesome.
--If I were Jeff Goldblum, I would start every morning by looking in a mirror and saying, "I'm Jeff Fucking Golblum."
--English needs more midfixes than just Fucking and a few other curse words.

¹Obviously.