A Journal Entry

I swear this blog is going to be my Artist's Way pages. I hate Artist's Way. I think that book is just one more way to procrastinate. But whatever, look at me finding out that I end up doing all the things I make fun of.

So I have a tendency to wake up in the wee hours with a thought. And I'm not sure if it's because I drink coffee before bed, or maybe I'm just crazy, but the thought always seems EXCEPTIONALLY urgent. This morning, my thought was about money. It's very often about money, but today it was about money and art. So imagine the scene. A woman with big hair has fallen asleep on a bean bag reading a very large brokerage study guide. There are two cats staring at her, wondering if she will ever a) feed them and b) cut her hair. The woman opens her eyes wide, gasps, throws the study guide at a cat, trips over the bean bag, and stumbles with great determination into her easel and canvas.

She is a writer.

I don't paint. I have an easel because, much like TV, the Artist's Way pages, and booze, I like having many distractions. And since I don't own a tv, make fun of the Artist's Way, and booze is saved for 8pm-1am, I have easels, books, an electric piano and a jigsaw puzzle for distractions. The easel has been untouched for about 6 months.

Here's what the thought was. "I am poor. I am a poor writer. Writing makes me poor. I want to have money. But I want to be creative. There must be a lucrative creative career. I hate playing the piano. Technical writer? Ick. Painters make money when they do those rave downtown. I could paint a naked woman at a rave if I were a painter. I hate raves. But I could like raves. Naked women are nice."

Suddenly I was at the easel.

The paints were in the closet. (freudian?)

The walk from the easel to the closet, went like this. "I need coffee. My thyroid will likely implode from all the coffee I drink. Bailey's and coffee. That's an idea. It's 5am. It's 10pm in Tokyo. That's so lame. I say that every time and it's so lame. At least I have a...almond cookie!"

And then I started my day.