Write on

It's funny how when it comes down to it and you absolutely must, you just can't find the urge to write...


When 10 pages (+/- 5p ages) stand between you and a second Masters' degree you just can't find the words...


Yet, you...


Write a text to a classmate complaining about writing
and write a Tweet that plots the steps you're taking to be ready to write,


...but you just can't find the urge to write.


And then you...


Write out a birthday card to a friend
and write a quick reminder for the grocery store tomorrow,


...but still there's just no urge to write.


Soon you...


Write back and forth with some friends on Facebook about writing
and write an email to catch up with someone from the past,


...but where did that urge go to write?


In a hurry you...


Write back to that middle of the night drunk text-message from Mr. Saturday Night
and write another text to your best friend saying he's written.


...but you still can't find the urge to write.


And you write a blog about writing, and write search terms in Google, and write appointments on your calendar, and write out checks for the bills you must pay...


...but you're missing that urge to write.


But in a last minute jolt of energy in the dark of night comes a feeling so right and you get the urge to write and with the might of a knight and by that dim red light your fingers take flight and you write and you write 'cause you're bright.

Crayons

Since my creativity has been re-sparked recently, I decided to color away my day.  Here's my first attempt at being artsy:

Feeling much better now.

Why am I still single?

Because I am absolutely tired of hearing from practically everyone I know "You're so great/pretty/fun/smart/nice...why are you so single?" or some other variation of it,  here is a little synapsis of what I've experienced in the dating pool lately:


Him: "If you knew what I was supposed to be doing Friday night, I'm not sure you'd want to go out with me."
Me: "Oh? What was that?"
Him: "I was supposed to film a porno for money. Don't tell me you're one of those traditional girls who isn't okay with that."
Me: "You're right. I guess I'm traditional."


Me: "My thesis is on Catholic colleges and universities' response to over-involved parents."
Him: "Oh, I'm Catholic. I totally get the joke there."
Me: "That's not a joke. That really is my thesis topic."


Me: "My parents are very important to me. I'm very close with them. I talk to my mom every day and go to basketball games with my dad."
Him: "Well, your dad's gotta die sometime, right?"


Him: "I'm old-fashioned, and don't play games."
Me: "Good. I really like you and don't want to rush into anything physically."
Him: "If you don't want to do that, then you're clearly not into me."




So there's my answer...the next person who asks is just going to get an email link to this post, and a slap across the face.