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Perpetual Ruminations
#906081 added March 5, 2017 at 12:20pm
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Sunday Slump
| Seems I'm kind of in a slump today, tired, unmotivated, and just kind of feeling humdrum. Sort of like a person feels after being up three-quarters of the night drinking and having fun. Not hung-over and sick, but just tired and out of sorts, like your brain is still kind of numb. Not that I was up until the wee hours of the morning consuming alcohol and having fun, not at all. I worked a closing shift last night, then came home, relaxed a bit, had a bite to eat, and just a small glass of brandy. I know, some peoples idea of a small glass is eight ounces or so, but when I say a small glass, I'm saying an ounce or two. Last night it was about an ounce of brandy after I had a lite snack, while I logged into WdC for a few minutes to look around. I slept pretty well, or at least, I think I did; I don't remember anything other than a weird dream I had. I woke up to Hannah giving me kisses and wanting me to rub her belly, Hannah is my my dog. Then it was a normal morning, a cup of coffee and some Hannah time, then I did my Bible study, and then talked to my wife, who called from work. I can't blame it on the weather, sometimes a dismal day can result in a gloomy kind of mood. Today is sunny and bright, in the fifties, and very uplifting. In fact, I should be sitting out on the patio enjoying the nice weather and letting Hannah get some fresh air and run a bit; we still have a half chewed stick left from yesterday to finish off. Nope, no reason I can find; seems I just went from a Weekend Wane into a Sunday Slump. |
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My writing doesn't follow any set genre, it's interdependent of my mood and all that's taking place in life. I'm still finding myself, what I write constitutes the markers along the path of that journey. With time, many things will manifest in my work and perhaps I will pursue one or two genres. For now, it's not, "What type of writing is my passion?"
"Writing is my passion."
