Tagged: beinglizardek

I need to spend some time remembering why I’m here, why I put myself out here, why I do all the various things I do. Because I like doing them? Or because they’ve simply become habit? I could write a book just about the things I no longer do, the things I no longer have time for, or make time for, or find time for. I could write a book…if I bothered, but let’s be honest: online journaling is about as far as my writing is and will ever take me. That’s fine, I’m down with that. This past week...

Sometimes it’s good to take a break, even when it’s unexpected, and even when the very thought of it makes you a little twitchy. Our Internet has been wonky for ages. We can either be online on the PC OR the iPad OR the iPhone OR the Internet-TV OR the laptop, but not more than any one of them at once. And we have to constantly disable/enable/disable/enable the Internet on the PC. It’s incredibly annoying, but at least when it stops working COMPLETELY, you have to go and do something else, right? I’ve been hacking away at the to-do list...

I feel stuck. In almost every way, just now. I can’t seem to write about anything until I come unglued. But I don’t know what it is that will pull me out of this. Maybe nothing can pull me out of it. Maybe it’s ME that has to do the pulling. And maybe what’s keeping me stuck is the fact that I don’t know what will happen if I pull. In the meantime, talk amongst yourselves.

Rain streaks the windows and the streetlights spangle through the speckled pattern of droplines. I keep thinking I hear someone’s voice from the other room but it’s only the rain’s soliloquy. A pattering poetry of water and glass and the light shining through them. Someone at work asked me what’s happened to my usual sunny self. She said, “Where’s my Liz?” and I couldn’t look at her for a moment. I was afraid I’d cry. This whole week has been emotional: the sorrow wells up for the people displaced on the other side of the world, their stories spinning out...

I’m sitting, rather hunched, in the rolling chair at the desk that holds the computer. I’ve been working on my blog book for 2010 and am almost finished with the last bit of editing: updating the table of contents and adding the page numbers. Then I can upload it to Lulu and order a printed copy and the row of little green books with my name on them will lengthen by one more. As soon as I typed the word hunched, I straightened my spine and heard it crack with three small pops. I try really hard not to sit...