Today I finally finished Jenny Lawson’s laughtrack to her life, and realized that aside from a spectacular session of reader’s theatre that The BFF and I entertained one another with, over Whiskey and cigars the other day…it was the first book I’ve finished reading in prob’ly upward of three months.
…That shit is ridiculous.
…And I totally know whose fault it is, too:
The summer.
J.J. Abrams.
And you.
…The reason I haven’t finished a damn book in so long is because there is sunshine out there…and that almost never happens in this state…and I NEED to freakin’ be out in it, every second that I possibly can.
…And when I’m not outside, I am prob’ly glued to “Alias” for the first time…wondering how in the hell I have lived this long on earth without finding out that J.J. Abrams is prob’ly the magical movie “third” in writer-imagination-kickassness, right after Sorkin and Whedon. But no matter how excited I get about it and wanna tell someone, they’re all like, “Uh. Yeah. Everyone already knows that, dumbass.”
WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME THIS, YOU GUYS?! I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS!!
…My next reason in actively forsaking the written novel/history/biography/NY Times Best Seller, is that I’ve been glued to the fucking computer since first opening this blog.
For some reason I thought it would be a great idea, and not at all stressful, to force myself to blog every single day…whether I happen to have something to comment on or not. Which has already gotten me into a ton of sticky wickets due to the fact that (in case you aren’t a full-time reader)…my life ain’t all that spectacular. If I had to compare apples to oranges, I’d say that’s exactly like doing a one hour stand-up improve routine, every. single. day. I have no idea where the material is supposed to materialize from, but I’m standing here on the damn stage…with the mic on…so I better just come up with something…and kinda quick…cuz I have to do this all over again, tomorrow. And since you all are in the audience, (and keep insisting on reading it), I figure you’re basically enablers. So really, it’s all your fault.
Naturally.
…I keep waiting for the inevitable anxiety attack that this will bring on, as the days pass, and I start rehearsals on top of work. Which leaves only about enough time to take a shower, eat one meal a day, and schedule my pooping time (because I can’t “poop” just anywhere, you know…and that takes some serious navigating and preplanning.)
Meanwhile, rehearsals start this Saturday, and I have no idea how I’m gonna make all this fly.
…Which is not to say that I don’t enjoy the challenge it presents: the fact that I often have to just pull a theme outta my ass and run with it, or mix up the media presentation a bit, or figure out how to spin something that is still a bit too raw at the moment, into something we can all laugh about less than 24 hours later…when you’re reading it from your Facebook App, while undertaking your morning after-coffee BM. (A lot of you do, and you know it, and I’m totally okay with it. Really.)
…Anyway. What I’m getting at is — this isn’t just a “chore” thing. Only sometimes it is. Like when I’m tired. Or grumpy. Or traveling. Mostly it is an enjoyable clean slate for the day, on which to scribble upon. But I DO miss a paper book in my hands. And I DO need to make more time (somehow) to continue to study from them. And I DO have lines that need learning. But I DO think I can fit it all in. And this is my accountability clerk, jotting it all down in ink (is it it still “ink” when in type on a screen?)…so that I will remember my pledge and uphold it.
It may be something as simple as streamlining. Less words per day from my brain, in order to have time to soak up others’.
…Which I can live with.
What I can’t do is another three months and only one novel checked off the “read” list from the three-zillion-and-one piled up beside my bed, waiting to be next.
Don’t forsake my education…even while I practice what I’ve learned.
I need both. All the time. It keeps me centered. And focused.
~D
