It occurred to me that I could explain the dearth of creative prose lately by pretending that I was "witholding my essense" in sympathy with my brother and sister writers.
But that would not have fooled you, would it? So I may as well admit that I have just been lazy-busy lately with more rewarding activities.
The term "crazy-busy" is the title of a book about people who live lives of frenzy and distraction.
Lazy-busy is a nicer term, describing people who drift from breakfast to lunch to nap to dinner to bed and get 8 hours of restful sleep. We fill our time with satisfying experiences, meeting friends, going to lectures, languishing at the library, drinking coffee at Starbucks while reading the entire paper... that sort of thing.
Who the hell has time to lay his ink stained soul out on the rack of public opinion where mooching freeloaders get to read it free of charge?
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2 comments:
I'm being billed 25 cents every time I reference DUMPF**KS. I want my money back.
Um that brings up the little matter of the unpaid bill for linking your effing Blog
-The Mgmt
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