Started my new job today. My back is killing me. Nothing like a good dose of manual labor to make you feel old. I didn't sleep too well last night 'cause I was anxious about today. Everything went weller than expected. I outperformed my expected limit....or so says my new boss. What happened to my old, stressful job? I knocked it on the head. Granted, I kinda did it the wrong way. I'm not gonna go into it 'cause this is a public blog and i'm sure some of the people I used to work for look at this. I gave my notice and I was promptly fired. I didn't do it in the most friendly way and I probably deserve it in some way but at least I still have half an ounce of confidence left. I 'spose I had enough to leave. Now we get into the struggle part of our show. Taking this new job is not going to be a breeze. I'm gonna have to tighten the financial belt for awhile. At least I really like my new boss. Maybe I won't be so depressed and i'll start blogging more.
This past Friday, I went to visit my friend Steve who's better known as Mr. Entertainment in the clubs. We were messing around trying to see if we could write a song together. On the way to his house, I got some words in my head about the mystery of songwriting and how you have to try to unlock some hidden door to let it all out. I brought that in and we tried to chisel it into shape but it proved too wordy and we abandoned it for something a little more light-hearted and then it just flowed. That was fun and such a release. I used to write a lot and I haven't done it lately 'cause I haven't had the time and now I know I need to make the time. I'm really tired right now but i'm feeling good knowing my first hard day is behind me.
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In a writing workshop once, we had to write about what was behind our door of creativity. It sounds like what was happening on the ride down was you were opening your door. Finally. I think you'll come to discover that your door doesn't need to be unlocked. It just needs a little WD-40.
I'm really glad you're staring to write again.
Thanks. I hope I can keep it up...well, you know what I mean.
If only there was a little blue writing pill.
Commenting again just in case the author of this blog thinks author's wife is hinting at something. She's not.
Nothing that a little WD-40 won't fix.
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