I’m in love with the ellipsis. Does that make me a bad person? I don’t think so. I just like to leave a little bit for the reader (that’d be you) to fill in. Make up your own ending. Insert your own ideas.
I haven’t exactly been on top of the writing this week. I spent a good deal of the week forcing myself to working out without sending me back into the same condition as last Friday, and working on an article for N Magazine. I have a tendency to write “stream of consciousness” style. The words flow, often without rhyme or reason, but there they are and I try to craft them into something that makes at least some sense in the grand scheme of things. Sometimes I succeed. Often I don’t think I do, however, that would be for you, the reader, to decide.
Today, is “Drinkin’ Friday”. I like my drink. I’ve said it before – I’ll say it again. I like my drink. Be it ancestry or a penchant, I like my drink. Today you get to see what I’m drinking the photo. I like rum. Call me a “Rummy” if you want, I’m an equal opportunity employer. I posted the image on the Book of Faces and it got some “Likes” and some good conversation with a cousin who may as well be my Twin for all intensive purposes (even if she IS 9 years and a day older).
Amongst other family lines, I’m very English, Irish and German. All notorious for their liquor-swilling abilities. I have a few relatives who’ve had trouble with the drink. I’m very aware of what I’m drinking and how much of it (unless I’m with my friend Thomas… I always lose count with him… not a good thing).
I am a drinker with writing problems.
I read an interesting article the other week that stated that drinking boosts your brain power. I’m inclined to believe the results of this article because when I’ve been drinking, the words flow. They flood. No dam can hold them back. Yet, I still direct them, keeping them from damaging the surroundings as best I can.
I’ve read some of my past blog posts and you know what – some of my best work has been done in the company of drink.
I can resist everything but temptation.
So why “Drinkin’ Friday”? Because, dear Readers, it’s taken me 8 years to lose 70# and I’m in the final stretch… the last 20 pounds. I’ll have lost an entire, albeit tiny, person once I get to a healthy weight (even tho I’m just barely into “healthy” right now). (I also seem to love parentheses…) I’ve made a choice to limit my consumption of alcohol to ONE day a week to assist in the dropping of these last pounds. I may not always drink on Fridays, but today… I am. I’ve been working hard on an article, and for my blog I’ve hit a bit of some writers block. The ideas are there… but I can’t get them out. They all want to come out at the same time and create a bottleneck. Writers drink (seriously, click on this link and read it!).
Every form of addiction is bad, no matter whether the narcotic be alcohol or morphine or idealism. -Carl Jung
Don’t you hate when that happens?
Only 3 types of people tell the truth: Kids, the drunk and the angry.
I’m lubricated with rum. Let’s see what happens…