I do what again?

So, a week has passed with no responses from my interviewees. As well, my employer has not replied to a followup email either. My faith in these people actually existing is beginning to slip. Perhaps I created them all within my mind to allay my terror at the financial future.

To compound my lack of output, my creative writing is at a standstill. Procrastinating for no good reason, unless a whiny ‘I’m tired’ counts as a top-notch excuse these days.  And totally unrealted to writing but another let down, the run I went on that I thought/assumed was 5km was actually 3.5km. Oh well. At least the boy had fun today.

Dilemma, bedevilled

I’m trying to put together an entry for the playwright’s cabaret (as I’ve mentioned before) and I thought I found the easy solution. I have an already (hand) written piece of approximately the right length that I like. Getting into the transcription and editing of the piece, I’ve realized that the 4 actor constraint of the cabaret will force significant changes on the script. And, since I’m actually fond of the script, I’m unwilling to chop it up. True, I’m essentially refusing to cut a fart joke, but it’s a GOOD fart joke.

So, my two options are: chop the thing up, or go with a new idea. The problem with the new idea is that I’m not hot for it. No tingles, no curiosity, and if I just force myself to do it, it will be loveless and wooden.

Maybe I’ll take an honest run at the new idea and see if I can breathe some life into it. The good news that comes out of this is that I like the existing piece enough to spare it from mutilation, so now the question is where do I find an outlet for it?

The Next Big and Messy Milestone

We’re on the cusp of potty training now. The idea has been introduced, the potty has been personally chosen by Max, and now we’re going to leave the topic alone (more or less) as he thinks about the idea. When he decides he’s ready, he’ll make a pronouncement to that effect and away we’ll go. At least, that’s what I expect, given his normal reaction to these kinds of changes. The harder we push him, the more his stubborn resistance comes into play. For example, if I put my foot down and tell him “no you’re tired and it’s time to sleep” he will wail and howl “But I’m not SLEEPY!”. Instead, I just agree with him that he’s not sleepy, slowly and surreptitiously moving him towards the bed until he slips into Dreamtime all by himself.

Sometimes the boy is like a mule who refuses to go the direction you lead him, no matter how hard you yank on the harness or how delicious the carrot you’re dangling looks to be. Wonder what I’ll do when he’s too big to throw under my arm and carry?