It’s me, MDIC. Remember me?
Guess what? I’m procrastinating.
So I’m back.
See, thing is, I’ve got this story I’ve got to finish up for work. Every December, the company I work for publishes a compilation of our short stories, memoirs, essays and poems.
Last year, my “story” was a hand-drawn comic about why it seems impossible to write even though I AM A WRITER. I write for a living and yet, somewhat predictably, I no longer write for me.
So I’m trying to finish up the story I started (about coming home to New York and the people who make my old neighborhood feel like home even though it’s always changing) and something’s just not quite right about it. I know what’s missing, but getting there seems impossible.
Maybe it’s because New York feels a million billion quadrillion miles away right now. Maybe it’s because the thing that I need to add to my story is more detail about how much the neighborhood has changed, and that’s a topic I don’t much like. Or, maybe it’s just because I love procrastinating and felt the need to get back to my roots.
So here I am. Procrastinating. Writing about how I’m not writing.
IN OTHER NEWS:
- I have been cheating on MDIC by posting things elsewhere on the intertubes. For the occasional food-related story, check out Remember the Pudding. And my latest blog, Dog Doodles, where I post my drawings, paintings and doodles of my dogs and their furry friends.
- FOR THE WORLD’S MOST ADORABLE DOG BLOG (really), you must must must visit Sage Tails. I like to read Sage’s posts out loud in my dogs’ voice, which inevitably reduces me to belly laughs and gets the dogs all riled up because dog voice, of course, means something fun might be happening.
- I actually don’t have another news item. And for some reason, a whiff of inspiration to write has hit me, so I think I’ll head on over to the Microsoft Word department for a little typing action.
That’s all I got, folks!