Girls may want to have fun, but sometimes they forget how
I am in a weird mood today. Define weird, Jordan. Well...I dunno, itchy, restless, resistant. I don't wanna work on my book. I don't wanna look at the puke that's calling itself my fiction today. I don't wanna finish an article or write queries. But I do want to be creative.
I don't want to color with my cool triangular crayons.
I don't want to make jewelry.
I don't want to dance funky in the mirror.
I don't want to write very bad poetry.
I don't want to fold paper airplanes.
You know what I want? For one day, to be a genius. Just one day, and to write genius things for that one day.
I want to watch dawn in a glass house.
I want to swim in a saltwater pool.
I want to snap my fingers and discover my deadlines finished.
I'm afraid that I've forgotten how to have fun. How to self-entertain. Even blogging is boring.