I am still not feeling very well. I got sick on Thursday [I think] so I guess it’s only been three days, but damn! I should be over this by now. I’m not throwing up or anything, but I’m having to be very careful what I eat. Still doing pretty much the BRAT diet [Bananas, Rice, Applesauce, Toast] because everything else makes me feel questionable in my tummy.
Steve’s kinda feeling the same way, so I guess I’m not alone, but I’m used to getting over GI illnesses within a day or two. Still whining, I know. Okay I’ll stop now [for this post :P].
I’ve been thinking about writing. Which is not exactly the same as writing, but this is kind of profound for me. I’ve decided that I want to write stories that are purely for entertainment. If anything profound or life-changing ever comes from something I write, I want it to be completely unintentional on my part.
That sounds weird, maybe, but I’ve been putting this invisible [and completely ridiculous] pressure on myself to write something ‘worthwhile’ and worthwhile in my mind has always meant something wise, or profound, or something that would change people’s lives… and you know what? I think maybe I was an idiot for wanting that.
I think [for myself, at least]maybe it would be better and more ‘worthwhile’ to write stories that just entertain people for a bit. Yeah. I like that. In fact, I think I want to write stories that entertain me for a bit while I write ’em.
Hmm. I like it a lot!
I feel free somehow.