A typical dissertation-type thing writing evening after work: I come home, the cat yells about not having enough pets while I was gone, and I trip over the cat continuously while figuring out food for both of us. I turn on Radiohead and then I write. Fun fact: I can't work or write with classical music in the background, because I get way too distracted with analyzing and active listening and whatnot.
Eventually, I notice it's quiet, except the cat is still yelling about the lack of love and/or he can see the bottom of his food dish, so I give him a few pets and then ignore the cat, turn on another Radiohead album and write more.
This continues until 11:00 pm or midnight or so. By now, the cat is yelling because it's bedtime and "good lord I can't sleep without a person next to me on the fuzzy blankie!!" Then I think of all the things I didn't get done during the day, swear, and write a dramatic "to do" list that won't get done tomorrow and go to bed to continue the same day on repeat until forever ends. Except some of the days I start writing at 9:00 am instead of going to work. Or maybe I'll have a rehearsal. Or maybe my brain can't take any more and I watch some episodes of a funny show (I've ended several series over the past month and am back to The Office again).
Fun fact: I ordered another Radiohead album and it arrived today, so I'm up to five albums rotating. I will probably feel like typing whenever I hear Radiohead for the rest of my life. One of these days, I will reach the end of this project, be mildly startled, and probably go to sleep.
An Erinku (in repetitiveness):
It's been
several years
since I've blogged
I'm a bit rusty
soon I'll have free time again
...beware