200 words

so, i said i would get some writing done on sunday.

it's tueday.

close enough when you're unemployed and time blends together. 

it isn't because i haven't known what to write; it's because i have ALL THE THINGS that want to get out of my head at the same time and they end up tripping over each other and getting all mixed up and i get frustrated and just sit and stare at crappy shows on amazon (seriously, what the fuck happened to season 8 of roseanne??) and getting NOTHING done at all, all. damn. day.

but. here i am today, writing at least 200 words. just something to get words out of my head. maybe not the ones i planned on. maybe not the important ones right now, but words, getting out. SOMETHING happening.

my amazing friend is out doing things in life, like, oh, you know, giving ted talks. like it's no big. and i'm struggling to shower every day.

she's been gently nudging the last few days...JUST 200 WORDS. on an anon site. in your own journal. for people to read, for people not to read. just 200 words. that's manageable. 

and so, here i am. like a true, unemployed hipster, sitting in a coffee shop with a latte, a cookie, and my laptop, tapping away.

and i kinda love it.

it's the thing i promised myself i would try a few months ago when i actually quit. it's the thing i've been wanting to try my whole adult life.

i know, my bucket list needs work.

but i'm doing it.

a writer, in a cafe, WRITING.

it's even a moody, rainy day out. 

well played universe.

well. played.