Re: Distractions

I have acomplished...nothing!!!!

Well, not entirely, but mostly.

I finished writing A Door Appeared in the Back of My Sister's Closet. I must now let it simmer before I go back to work on it further. In it's absence, I'll redirect my attention to the stories abandoned by myself previously. I have been unmotivated lately. Its been hot; this several week period will probably be looked back upon as the hottest point of this summer. I work in my room, you see, on editing, writing, and sculpting. It's so hot up in there, I'm waking up even at the coolest hours of night soaked in sweat. I could buy an air conditioner, but if this is the hottest it will be then I see no point so long as I can push through this brief (albeit hard) time. Maybe next year.

I tore a muscle in my calf on Saturday. I struggled to stand and walk at first, but I've gotten used to limping this past week. I think I've been getting pity tips at work, which is awesome. I'm working extremely hard to recover swiftly so I don't miss too much work, gym, or summer fun.

Time has gone by so fast...I realized recently that I haven't done any good reading since March or April! I had been reading Tender is the Flesh, so I finished that one (fantastic, absolutely dreadful ending!) and the other day I began reading The Catcher in the Rye (very fun). I may go for some easy reading afterwards. Mayhaps...rereading some Rick Riordan works.

Do you know that feeling when you say a word, think it, so many times, it feels like an odd bit of gibberish rolling from your tongue? Like-there is no way this is a word. Surely, it couldn't be. I think I think about how I feel so much, these things grow so abstract, I forget what it is to be sad and that I ever was so. I think to myself-I've never been sad before, I have never had a reason to. I have never felt anything before. Maybe feelings are something I just made up in order to tell stories. My whole perspective could be fried, haha!

Badly bed-ridden, bed bound, begging for bliss, however brief.

H. Salt