A No-Budget Weekend with Myself
Last weekend, I was busy.
Judged the comedy competition on Friday, attended an all-day teacher
conference on Saturday, met my best buddy for breakfast on Sunday, then
laundry, etc. This weekend (5/4-5/5/13) was
total freedom in terms of my time but not in terms of going anywhere since
being without enough money is a great limiting factor. However, I can be quite busy at home.
I cleaned my rotary phone which was sitting on the floor all
dusty and collecting dog and human hair.
I didn’t want to leave it on the floor, so I cleaned a surface to put it
on. Then I placed a candle next to the phone. “Imagine if you continue,” I told myself.
I wrote erotica instead.
Pseudonymously, of course. I have a story that is coherent and approximately 6000 words so
far. Not sure how to end it. Then I thought that maybe it’s not at the end
yet. I need to sell a novella and collect
some royalties. I’ve sold short stories
of this nature for one-time payments.
But I need to get more money.
I mentioned a host in my last blog that goes by the name of
Advocate of Wordz. He’s a poet, actor,
and comic from the Bronx… like me, only younger. He knows how to deliver a poem. This gem is called “Fuck You!”
Though simply because he has the empathy to compare the
situation to men dating a half bear half lion, I’d go out with Louie. He sounds so genuine, I feel like I know him
already. I’d encourage him to work out
at the gym. His body could be that of a
big strong man. I’d try to be
inspiring.
So this weekend, I kind of just floated from one thing to
another with the exception of the dog needing his walks and meals. It is nice to not be rushing or late to
anywhere. Luxurious to take a shower
without a time limit.
The down side of having no particular schedule or structure
for the weekend is I tend to revisit painful times. If I make some progress, gain some insight,
then it was worth it and necessary to heal.
But if it is just to fuck with my own head, I can do without that
activity.
I watched “Honey” twice on television. Admired
her abs; cried and smiled during much of the movie.
As of Sunday night, the apartment is still not fit for
company. The erotica long
story/novella-in-progress still has no ending.
I bought a bottle of wine.
There were magical moments this weekend as well.
Didn't realize you write "erotica" - cool! We should compare notes! R
Louis CK explaining the obvious to the clueless and getting comedy credit for it.
Looking forward to your novella.
Richard, I'm too shy to compare notes. The only person who knew my pseudonym was my ex-husband. We were doing it anyway (way back when), so I let him see the stories. Even then, I'd walk out of the room.
Lisa, when it is us saying the obvious to the clueless, it's been called nagging or bitching or man-hating. So if it means needing to hear it from a man, then I'm happy he's stood up to be that man. Like I wrote, I'd date him. He's smart, and not in the winning Jeopardy way but in being able to talk to a woman way. Unless I'm giving him too much credit. Been guilty of that before.
Rhonda, even if it sold and was being read, you wouldn't know it was mine. That is a shy area for me, though many will find that hard to believe.
Love Louie! If I wrote erotica about my ex it would only be one sentence long. ~S