Sunday, August 15

I'm tired

I'm pretty exhausted. we've started at six each morning and .. I am tired.

I'm drinking some orange juice out of a glass that i got because i got to keep the glass that the triple margarita I ordered at a chain restaurant came in it.

then one of the other guys gave me his because he couldn't finish his.

then i stuttered over the lyrics of a song we've heard thirty times everyday since we got here.

then i watched so much tv online that the internet told me to take a 57 min break.

which brings me here. posting #366.

the other day one of my co-w0rkers told me I should write children's books which i don't understand because at the time I certainly wasn't using language that children should listen to. in fact I distinctly remember telling him that very point after he told me to write for children.

he didn't agree with me. he told me that i would know better than to use the language of the job site in places that aren't job sites which is likely true because my I said hell at home the other day and it caught dad off guard.

that's not like you to say hell he said to me right after I said it.

he was right as well.

both of them right about my usage of language in places that should and shouldn't have certain uses of language.

perhaps there is something to this children's writing thing.

but it all sounds so cliche. a wandering dude in the autumn years of his twenties decides that he's going to write children's books simply because he knows the usages of language or thinks of the life of a writer as one filled with romance and wonder.

The truth is I am tired and I am glad I got to tell you that.

G'night mother,

--b

2 comments:

Bobbi Jaye said...

When you say goodnight, or acknowledge your mom, are speaking to your mother or is that metaphoric and meant to be funny?
Either way, I quite enjoy it, especially after finding out my mother regularly reads my blogs.

--b said...

when i first started the blog i intended it to be a collection of letters home from each of us, my sisters and i. however, in practice it turned into me just writing to be writing, and my sisters enjoying to read and comment, however kept their own writing offline or two themselves.

(save for mandy who kept a blog when she lived in Paris for a year before she went to teacher's college)

it's only recently that i've started to address the letters to Mom, and it is actually my mom i am writing to. I wanted to use the theme of the letters home and leave some details of a given story ambiguous so that the reader can either use their imagination or figure out what I was writing about by filling in the lines.

although I don't think i've ever successfully done this.

thanks for reading so deep into the archives. i hope you notice this response.