Stream of Unconsciousness

I wasn't sure how long to wait to post after April's post about Russ. Something like this so close after Heath Ledger's death makes a surreal picture of the personal and celebrity, as if one is a slanted mirror of the other. That's my only clear thought on this whole tragedy. Russ was a good guy and a Giants fan, which all good guys are.

Pausing also gave me time to analyze how I spend my time. In this election year, I spend a lot of time reading up and watching the pundits and trying to stay in the mix, if not physically, then metaphysically. But I've been giving up all this time for politics and celebrity and not watering my own creative garden.

As it were.

In fact, at this moment, I'm watching the McLaughlin Group. Not heavy television, but worthy of some attention. But I'm also blogging about life and writing, and while I may go into a tirade shouting WRONG at the top of my digital lungs, I'll give the television just the attention it deserves and ...

well, I've lost track.

If I'm to write not only consistently, but coherently, I have to practice my multitasking skills. My fellow posters here at Women Write will no doubt roll their eyes and scroll away, knowing that it may take at least another 200 to 300 words for me to find my track again and roll along.

But, Thomas the Tank Engine, I am not. And Pat Buchanan is high-larious.

I have 1000 words of a story that I can't stand.

*sigh*

File it under "other".

Choo choo.