Random Roriness

So today I feel like a cactus—every so often I just feel like a strange object—sometimes wind chimes or a blimp or even a teddy bear. I don’t know why these feelings pop into my head or even the point of them. They just are.

It’s not like I want to be prickly or untouchable but I just feel green and hard and a little bit sharp. There’s not real thought behind this either. Work has been better with story work to do though I have been making steps for the next job. Updating resumes and debating whom I am allowed to send them to. That kind of stuff.

I have been somewhat relishing the idea of not working for a bit—getting back to writing for myself and starting on some new projects. The advice column, a new script idea and some random non-fiction pieces have been brewing in my head for a bit. The financial picture is a little bleak without work but I can get by well enough.

But right now I’m a cactus. Potted, thirsty and very fine in desert climates. Hopefully the rain will let up for a bit. That or I will start feeling like a duck. Quack.