Emptying Out the Desk Drawer of the Casual Writer’s Mind…

• Being a blogger with a following is new to me, and it can be a real paradox. On one hand, I always have a jonesing for writing, it’s fun for me to blog about the things I do, and it’s fun to interact with other people on those subjects and see them respond to and appreciate them. But you start to feel pressure to produce all the time, to keep those readers satisfied and to keep that viewcount up, even if you don’t have much to say. It’s a challenge to keep it all balanced.
• Except for cases like this, when having nothing to say gives you something to say.
• My writer’s block may have something to do with the absence of any Coca-Cola Zero from my fridge. I hate to introduce crass commercialization into my blog, but if you drink diet sodas and haven’t tried it, you really should. It tastes like regular Coke, but not syrupy. I don’t swill soda all the time, mind you…that’s about as healthy as slamming a bottle of Liquid Plumbr once a week. It’s just a refreshing, sweet alternative to water once or tence a day.
• Of course, part of the reason why I’m not blowing money on soda is that I’m still jobless, and the budget is tight. What sort of employer wants to hire an aspiring novelist with only retail and home theater installation experience? Apparently, not many.
• If you know of an employer who wants to hire an aspiring novelist with only retail and home theater installation experience, you know where to find me.
• I was just looking up Coke Zero on Wikipedia (because as we all know, the next best thing to drinking soda is reading about it), and I learned for the first time that Fanta is a Nazi soda. They invented it in WWII Germany because they couldn’t get Coke syrup from America. Instead of Pepsi’s “The Choice of a New Generation”, maybe Fanta’s could be “The Choice of a New World Order”.
• Wikipedia is a great time-waster, because you can wander through its labyrinthine cross-references in thousands of possible random directions, and there’s no telling what you’ll learn.
• Since anyone can edit Wikipedia, there’s also no telling whether any of what you’ve learned is even true.
• What is true is that my cat scratched me yesterday. I guess there was something about my wrestling her to the floor with my arm that she took exception to.
• The area around the scratch is all puffy now, so I’m left to ponder the terrible possibility that my cat has evolved to possess envenomed claws. If my tongue starts to swell up and I see spots, I’ll be sure to get my affairs in order and say goodbye to all of you before I pass on.