Some days you have nothing to write about and some days, like today, there are too many
things all clamoring for attention in your head. They make it hard to write when they scream en masse like that. I start a paragraph but Iraq gives way to the guy from Jeopardy which leads to the dream I had last night and all the while that thought about the Olympics is fighting for center stage with the half-written paragraph about raising teenagers, which is stomping on the Why I'm Voting Republican post that's been started and discarded eight times already. I need more than 7am to sort this stuff out.
The rain has been relentless since yesterday and I think that's adding to my frustration. I'm a light sleeper, so the whole night was spent tossing and turning and trying to shut out the sound of a torrential downpour. Bolstered by sweeping winds, the rain made drumbeat noises as it lashed against the side of the pool, swishing noises as it whipped against the trees and then, as the ground couldn't keep up with the soaking, a thousand waterfalls formed as the puddles turned into small lakes which emptied over curbs and sidewalks and steps. Needless to say, I had to get up to go to the bathroom about five times during the night.
In our old place, we had floods. The drainage systems was about 100 years old and because the apartment was half underground and half overground, whatever rainfall couldn't be held by the dirt seeped into our kitchen. The floods would occur only when there was abnormal amount of rainfall in a short time. But, as they say, weather happens.
It takes a while to shake old habits off. So last night, my well-trained ears sent my brain the Too Much Rainfall Alert and I got up to check for floods, forgetting that we no longer live in that place and the new house is well equipped to deal with this weather.
So a fitful night's sleep leads me to another gray, chilly and rainy day. I don't want to go out. I want to stay home in my pajamas, curl up on the couch and read Michael Moore is a Big Fat Stupid White Man
. Not gonna happen. Work is so busy this week that I'm going to have to turn down a (London based) CNN interview for Friday morning.
I keep turning down these interview requests and, like Alan said to me in an email this morning, that's kind of silly given that I'm trying to a) become a World Famous Writer and b) help Command Post go big time. I have a fear of cameras, I suppose. It probably has to do with reconciling the image people have of me and the real thing. I'm not confident enough to face a tv audience. I imagine this scenario: I appear on CNN. A few bloggers see it. They all point and stare, then run to their blogs to report the news. Oh my god, did you see her? We've been misled! Not how we imagined her at all! And before you know it, the meme spreads through the blogosphere like wildfire and I'm the new version of the Elephant Man and the blog police drag me out of my house and stick me in a cage where little kids prod with me with sticks while I shout "But I'm a human being. I'm not a blogging animal!"
Just wait. So far Faith
and all the other bloggers I've met have kept my secret safe, but once I get to the RNC convention, all bets are off. I give it two hours before Tim Blair
does a major expose on The Hideous Creature of ASV. My dreams of bedding every male blogger and then writing a tell-all book about it will be crushed.
you I wasn't ready to blog yet today. I really had just intended to do this for now - join Johnny B.'s little meme
on what's on your bookshelf. Except I wasn't going to write the list out because I happen to have a picture (ok, it's from the old house, but the bookshelf in the new house looks like an exact replica of this pic).
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There. That's what's on my bookshelf, or at least part of it.
And that's all I got this morning. At least I came up with a clever title.