Today has been kind of odd.

I skipped out on my Sunday morning workout and walked around in Mill Race for about three hours.  I got there around 7am.   It was a bright and beautiful day, but couldn’t get above 65 for some reason.    With the wind, it was kind of chilly, but in a good way.

For the past week or so, it’s been like Venus around here – constantly raining.    If you don’t get that reference, that’s okay.   I don’t expect a lot of people too.

I wondered around there for a bit and splurged on Mom and Bill.  See, I like to bring them lunch on Sunday and usually go to Taco Bell or Stake and Shake.   This time, I went to Buffalo Wild Wings.    That was the first time I ever been in there.

The place smelled odd.   It looked clean and was pretty organized, from what I can tell.  But, there was a spoiled/sewer type of scent wafting through the air.   It was a real drawback, but I didn’t see where it came from.

Either way, I got a Po’ Boy Cagin hogie for Bill.  Mom got the ultimate nachos with chicken.  They seemed pretty pleased that it wasn’t the usual bottom of the bucket lunch.  Yep… so much so that Bill picked the shrimp off his sandwich, ate a couple of fries, and tossed the rest away.  I’m guessing he ate about $2 out of a $10 meal.

That’s fine, but at least put the leftovers in the fridge or toss the bread out to the birds.   Geez.    What a waste.

Mom was doing yard work and asked if I could go on a gas run.   She gave me $50 and I filled up the truck in addition to the gas can.  I guess I really can’t complain since I got back the money I spent on their lunch in gas.

It’s just kind of frustrating, but I’m over it.   I came out a little ahead.

The new term started on May first.   I graded my half of the assignments and caught a student plagiarizing… already…. on an assignment that’s worth a whopping ZERO points.  There’s absolutely no reason in the entire world for her to do that.   Seriously.

Plagiarism is a pet peeve with me.   I tell the students up front that I’ve been doing this for ten years.   The ones who think that they can sneak pass BS like that are simply stupid.  Just stupid.

Mom’s husband Bill informed me that I was wasting my life by not writing.  Just the thing that I needed to hear today.

That’s a real sore spot with me.  I know there are novels inside me.   Personally, I think I have the talent to be a writer, which is odd for me to admit since I generally think I’m sub-par at most areas of my life.

When I was in the House, I needed a new pen every three days because I wrote so much.   Jason received a novella of letters.   I have five completed journals and that doesn’t count the letters I sent to the family.  I know I can do it, but I don’t know why I don’t.

That’s part of the reason why this blog is so important to me.    At least I’m putting words to a screen, even if it isn’t fiction.   It’s a start or kind of a start.   But, even then I neglect it from time-to-time.

I don’t know.  Maybe not perusing my writing is kind of a self-torture.  It’s a punishment that I deal to myself or maybe I just lack the self-confidence that I had in my 20s.   I could claim that I’m mourning over a missing muse, but that’d be a lie.  Well, I think that’d be a lie.   I don’t know.

For whatever reason, I’m not producing and I want to.

Know what I need?
I need to take a creative writing course.   You know, one of those continuing education things that have assignments, homework, and proofreading.    An actual class.   I did really well when taking my master classes, even if I didn’t have any idea what was going on…  which are probably about $400 dollars I’m guessing.  Since it’s a college class without college credit, I’d assume that it’d be half to a third of a normal class.

It might as well be a million dollars right now.
I really don’t want to have to put a creative writing class on the same list as my trip to Japan and the shores of Ireland, but I don’t feel I have any other choice right now.

You know what?
This is depressing.

I’m going to cook myself some dinner and watch the new episodes of One Punch Man and Shield Hero.

Then, tomorrow, I’ll wake up early and head to the gym for a little payback for what I didn’t do today — because I suck.

Correction, I don’t suck, but I’m not in a good mind frame all of a sudden.   It’s best not to argue with me right now.

K.
– Out.