purple tastes good

Today is brought to you by Lemongrass Green tea and  Jarvis "Smash the System" Cocker.

I have a confession to make.

Last night, after the kids were sung to and read to and hugged and kissed and in bed, I was going to write. And I didn't write. I ended up reading the entire back blog entries of a friend of mine because it's a fascinating, enjoyable, thoughtful, entertaining blog. I totally ate the crayons.

But you know, last night, the crayons were really good. Not waxy and unfulfilling at all.

However, I also stayed up way past my bedtime because of eating said  crayons, and now I'm exhausted this morning.  I am writing this morning, because we must press through and go on, though my typing speed and my clarity of thought and use of language has been moderately impaired. At least it seems that way.

At Clarion West, I believe it was Mary Rosenblum who pointed out that, as a general rule, when a writer evaluates the work they wrote on a day they didn't feel good and didn't feel like writing and the days they felt like they were on fire that they really wouldn't be able to tell the difference. (This, of course, isn't taking certain factors into consideration -- I know there are circumstances that can strongly affect one's ability to write well, e.g., certain medications and illnesses.) I assume this is one of those days for me -- tired, slow writing, but I'll not be able to differentiate what I produce today from what I produce on a really good day during this time period.

this is what happens, or more on why Kristin is pretty

chris_reynaga just pointed out he thought Chuck said Kristin was pretty because she had an eye on this side and an eye on this side (i.e., an eye on each side of her face).  Hell if I know what that means (let me know if any of you think you know), but I still think I was onto something yesterday.

*mass apologies*

*ducks*