Monday, December 17, 2007

So because of being covered in itchy red splotches (which I have still not rid myself of) and being on medication that makes me tired, my life has slowed down quite a bit. I'm cooking for myself more. (weird dishes containing no corn, soy, peanuts or wheat) and I'm spending a lot of time at home. I've lost weight because I've stopped drinking beer and eating reeses peanut butter cups. So I am arguably living healthier. I am unable to write really but at the same time I'm sort of enjoying the vacation. I forgot what it was like to go home after work or to leave parties early. Being less frantic can be ok. And the work is piling up sure. there is lots I want to write and rewrite but maybe I don't need to do it right now. Maybe I can let the plays be out there being read and relax a little, at the very least for a few weeks, right? Maybe. Buy my friend Jodi's book. Available on the 26th. Or buy my plays. available now. and go see Local Story already. Jesus. You haven't gone yet?

2 comments:

mbh said...

Just because you aren't writing words doesn't mean you aren't writing. Your brain can still work on a story while you cook (well mine does... for some reason I get more story ideas while browning chicken in olive oil and then baking it to finish cooking... )

Anyway...

Happy Holidays to you two.

Cheers,

Michael

Adam said...

yes, this is true. Although my conscious mind is definitely not doing much.

You have a good holiday too!