This Writer’s Block… Of Time.

Posted on March 9, 2012

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It’s Friday night at 8:30 PM, and I’m curled up in a blanket on the couch. Music plays from the downstairs apartment, cars are flying by outside… and I am so cozy.

I’ll take myself to the movies in a little bit. I do that on occasion – one of the first posts I wrote here had to do with a night I took myself to the drive-in. The boy is out of town this weekend ( he’ll regret ever pushing me to do this blog last summer – “Write something everyday” – Hah, just watch me now!).

We’re such a cool couple. Last week we both went to see The Artist.

By ourselves.

On different nights.

At different theaters.

And we didn’t even know it until four days later.

This blog won’t become all about us. We’re not that interesting…

Even if we are such song/blog writing weirdos, we had a conversation that went like this:

Him: What’s the worst that can happen. We break each other’s hearts.

Me: Yeah. But then the writing would get so good.

Him: YEAH it would!

Me: You’d write your “Jagged Little Pill” album…

Him: And you’d write the next chick-lit best seller.

Me: WE SHOULD DO THAT.

So twisted.

Someone sent me an article the other day named “Date a Girl Who Travels.

“She knows that oftentimes, the journey is more important than the destination.”

I agreed with so much of it – and so badly wanted to embody every part of the traveling girl they described in it.  I hope I’m close. I’d like to be. It was a sweet article, and it led me to going through the travel stories again.

Different adventures now. I’ll go see a movie and I’m thinking it will be Friends with Kids. This weekend I’ll do non-work work (as my boss put it today, “It’s rare to find someone who works in PR who does PR as a hobby, too”). I might redesign this blog. I’ll see some family and girl friends in the area I’ve wanted to catch up with. I won’t buy myself a dresser this weekend, because boy asked me to wait until he could help me.

I think I like this guy.

We saw War Horse last night. Any movie is made better when it’s $4.50 tickets at a one-screen theater with I-Can’t-Believe-It’s real butter on the popcorn, but I enjoyed it. Even when I refused to get emotionally connected to the sidekick-with-the-goofy-smile best friend because it was a war movie and I assumed from the start he died.

I won’t spoil whether he does or not.

Off to see another movie. Which will get me plotting how to write my screenplay.

Anyone want to write it with me? I’m thinking I write a sentence, you write a sentence.

Repeat.

Fun photos from the other night. Three months ago I was taking pictures of castles and strangers. Now it’s a band. 

Different adventure. Everything’s still new.

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