I had a few words hammered out about how I find it odd that Parnassus Books is trying to goad us into shopping there by pimping the live bands they are showcasing. But then I hit a key combo that made the whole grumpy thing go away.
And this is what I’m finding so funny–my writing these days. I’m in an okay mood overall, but there’s this low-grade ugh that is not unusual for the time of year and the way my body works. And for some reason that ugh is finding its way into my writing a lot more than it should. In past years I’ve refrained from working on fiction for these months; I’m starting to wonder if I should rethink the blogging too. But of course I never do. If I don’t blog it’s like a runner who doesn’t stretch. Cramps happen. And brain cramps are not pretty.
So anyway, I ditched the long post about my general feelings on the omnipresence of live music in Nashville. I’m trying to avoid a post that addresses things that I need to write coherently about (such as the bullying law) and I’m also trying to write a post that touches on how I should write.