writing the record

perhaps... all this is writing the record of the life i kinda sorta seem to think of or at least consider mine from time to time... and tonight, i wrote and recorded and (why this is bullsugar! no doubt), but really, i did do lots more writing tonight than i have in weeks and even though i write a few words daily, i have not been connecting dots or digging deeper or playing creatively or having the fun with words i used to have regularly mostly because i am devoting so much time to work, social life away from the computer, and that dang lovable statistically addictive video game (did i mention jackson, ----, and i played a bit of xbox without controllers tonight... amazing, exercise and invasion of privacy all in one box lol, i mean, do those photos get sent anywhere we don't know about when the box is connected to the internet?... how many people play their xbox nude or nearly nude... i see a hoard of voyeur hackers watching you playing your xbox now, but anyway) and since the world is not banging down my door for more pearls of wisdom of any sort of writing (hello world, are you still there?), i drift into the physical plane now and then... i know, blasphemy for the writer, but hey, go ahead and call me on it if you want more words (snark snark)...

a wonderful night in a wonderful life, even outside of the movies and written gardens... wish for more sharing of it all, but enjoying it all by myself too... hope you find your record of the life you loosely (or fervorently, as in with much fervor, ya know?, for that matter) call yours as rich and rewarding and fun as i find mine...

seriously, be blessed :)