Time to write?

[judecorp]

I want to write again. I really envy you folks who do. Where do you find the time? I suppose the easy answer is to say, "Make time," but I'm just so terrible at making time for anything. I live pretty moment-to-moment, with the exception of work. I don't really make advance plans, and when I do, I tend to forget them. I need to remember that I'm supposed to try to catch lunch with Beaktoria on Saturday afternoon, and I think on Friday night I'm supposed to try to get together with my friend Tiffany from my social work program. But I don't remember if we're going drinking or if we're going to that tea salon. I'm trying to remember if I made plans for Sunday or not. I know I'm trying to get my Jennifer to go see this play about geniuses and math and stuff ("Proof"), but that's at night if I remember correctly.

It's funny, I sit here and say that I don't make advance plans, and it seems that my weekend is already all booked up. I need to get a haircut in there somewhere, and I want to buy a bicycle, and I'm running out of shampoo. (Whenever I think of the word "shampoo," I think of how that woman says it in Run, Lola, Run.) Tonight is Wednesday night, so whatever I do, I must do the requisite cleaning of the cat boxes and taking out of the garbage. I think I'll cook something for dinner tonight, too, since I've been going out too much. But what to do before/after that? Should I try for the haircut, or the bicycle? I want to do some more geocaching.

I brought two of my paper journals to Vic's last night, but I ended up catching up on letters I was meaning to write a month ago. I will never win the Pen Pal of the Year award. Oops. I wrote this terrible scribbling on 07-28-02. (Sometimes I'm amazed at how terrible a writer I am, hee.) I had no idea how bad it would get:

my country tis of thee
where the overwhelming attitude is
MORE! MORE! MORE!
where we're not satisfied unless we
can buy-one-get-one-free
where we drown our freedoms in red, white, and blue
tightly wrapped in plastic flags flapping from rear windows
and where has the American Dream gone?
where is the promise for the tired, the poor,
the dark-skinned, the accented,
where is Lady Liberty when our calls are screened
and our letters sniffed
and our packages searched?
my country tis of thee
where is justice for all?

p.s. Got any suggestions of books I should read? Your favorites, please. Thanks!

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Re: good books

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

It'll be useful if, like me, you occasionally purge the shelves and go to Half-Price Books.

I sell books sometimes and regret it, because then I want them again. I'm weird like that.

Some of my current favorites include everything I have by Neil Gaiman, everything I have by Jack Kerouac, my Jim Carroll books, and my Nick Hornbys, and my Jeanette Wintersons.