the urge to write

The urge to write seems to arrive lately on a monthly basis. I am beginning to think it may have something to do with my hormones. Well, there's yet another thing to think about. That is what being in bed for so long does to ya. Yeah...recovering from surgery and being limited to beds and chairs with a high cushion for my legs and feet for over 2 weeks gives one time to do a lot of thinking... like how drastically my life differs between now and when I was gasping for air on that trek through the Chinese mountains. Just goes to show how one really doesn't know what is lurking around the corner. Mostly, I find it is good things, although sometimes dressed up in really crappy or scary halloween costumes. Speaking of which, I long for a good old dress up halloween party, all inclusive with the stash of trick or treat candy, the sugar high, the devilish dancing and the sexy vampire kisses on the neck. Damn.... it's been too long.

So I'm sitting here in bed, thinking about how the hours pass with me either writing songs about how I feel about ex lovers (they're all kinda desperate and depressing), shopping online for friends who are about to or have already given birth (seems to be a trend with my group of friends lately), or getting up to speed with every good tv show on American network or cable. I do have a mountain of very good books.... can't seem to dedicate that much time to them somehow. Maybe I am a masochist. I also get a lot of ideas about how to present excerpts of this blog to possible publishers (shout if you know any who may be interested), or how excited I'll be once I get a chance to step into a gym again...or a swimming pool. I realise I am a sporty and active being. Speaking of which, I used to have a part-time sport called "too much thining about stuff"... imagine now that it has become a full blown, full-time affair it's just not that fun anymore. Everyone always says that having to turn hobbies into day to day jobs sucks and tkes the magic out of them. There must be some truth to that. I guess that's why it scares me to think about doing anythiing remotely wage worthy with my music or my writing. Other times I dream of just doing that. Should I tell you about the porn movie I've got running through my head involving the sexy crotch-less attire I have to wear around my legs, and how I intend to change the world of underwater wetsuit diving forever after this?... or shock the fish at least? Have I got writer's block or a stunning case of verbal diaorrhea?

OK enough ... Better leave it at this for now.