This is gonna sound a little obsessive
This is gonna sound a little bit strange
–Everclear/Unemployed Boyfriend
So, I keep scribbling away.
It’s getting worse and worse.
I’m scribbling at work
In my car.
In bed.
In the bathroom.
In the morning before work.
In the middle of the night.
At my desk.
Watching TV.
When I’m out with friends with friends of family. It’s a good thing that I have indulgent friends and family.
Is it good that I’m so writing obsessed?
Usually my obsessive hobbies don’t last this long. It’s been 7 months. That could indicate that the scribbling has become a habit. Like coffee. I get just about that irritable if I can’t scribble when I want to.
It hasn’t been good for the other things I enjoy. Every other hobby has sort of gotten a big kick out the door.
If only I could get the scribbling focused into…something.
That would be cool.
I probably want to give some thought to what “something” might be. It’ll give me something to daydream about. Like I really need any additional help in that area.
On the other hand, I read a really interesting article on HuffPo that talked about some weird quirks that creative people have. Things they tend to do that, uh, other people don’t.
Daydreaming is one of them.
Perhaps if I actually create something, I can justify the staring out the window imagining what the squirrel would say to me if he could talk. Which brings back memories of Italian class, when I got caught staring out the window and answered honestly that I hadn’t heard the question because I was wondering what squirrels think about instead of paying attention.
Is that what “honest to a fault” means?
Probably not.