Adventures in Writing: Life Lemons

Yes, I meant to write Life Lemons. Life throws lemons, you gotta catch them and make something out of them, right? That’s what we try to do. That’s what I’ve been trying to do.

If you’ve been around, you know I’ve been struggling to write for over a year. I’ve written here and there. I put out a story on Medium that I’d worked on ages ago after editing it to near death. I’ve written a few articles there, too. But I have written little fiction.

Except the silly story I put up called The Dangers of Lip Gloss.

I’m sitting in the break room at work trying to prevent a gnat from drowning itself in my cup of Dunkin. I’m exhausted. It’s been over a week since I had a decent night of sleep and today I will stop at Panera to pick up a salad, go home, then eat, and pass the fuck out.

I only have to survive two more hours. I can do that. Life has been throwing me Emotional Lemons for a while. I’ve been tossing them aside and letting them pile up to rot, which is never a good thing.

The most recent lemon? Having to move with little notice. Legally, I could have stayed for another 30 days, but with all the personal issues I won’t be talking about, I decided it was best to leave quickly. Moving sucks ass. My last move will be to Smuttylicious Island when I finally give in to Dr. J.’s temptation.

So now I’m in a new place with familiar surroundings. So far, so good. But, I am now dealing with allergies and possibly a head cold. I’m 99.9% sure it’s all allergies. Summer has officially ended after the roller coaster of temperatures from two weeks ago. This past weekend was cold and rainy (when I was moving).

Allergies in between seasons are the hardest to deal with ever. Don’t @ me.

There are so many things I have been trying to work on writing-wise. And yet, it feels like my motivation went on vacation and forgot to come back. I’m upset that I haven’t worked on Kink Crawl. I know what I want to write for Halloween, but who knows if I’ll find the energy to do it.

I have so many story ideas filling up my cranium that I might explode. I keep writing them down. The list keeps growing. Will the ideas still want to come to life when I finally find my footing?

Queue the next day, again on break.

Yep, you read that right, it’s now the 15th. I started writing this post on Monday the 14th. I did exactly what I said I would do yesterday. I picked up food, which was fucked up, then ate and slept for 11ish hours.

I can’t tell you the last time I slept over 7 hours in a row. Heck, on weekends when I get 9 hours in a row I feel like shit. Oh, my little gnat friend is here. Sorry, bugbro, no coffee for you today. I also feel like shit today but I don’t know if it’s because of the sleep or because of the allergies. Possibly a combination of the two.

What I want to do is schedule my other days off for the coming holidays and sleep without alarms several days in a row. I know I’ve been bitching for months about not being able to write. About how I push through projects when I’m in pain. I know I’m not alone. I know there are several others that are feeling the same way for various reasons.

But, writing about it reminds all of you. You’re not alone. We will get back on track. Sometimes, we’ll get back on track only to have something else derail the train. And then we’ll just have to get one of those manual rail carts they use in the 80s cartoons to get back on track, albeit slower than the steam engine we’re used to.

Even if I just write a little every day, whether it’s public or private, means I’ve furthered my goals. Whether it’s 5 words or 500. Something is better than nothing.

So, for the record, it’s okay. You’re okay. We’ll be okay. Just monitor the tracks for dynamite from that wily coyote. And squeeze the life lemons.

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