I have resumed the quest for part-time employment with someplace completely local. Anyone know of any place that can deal with my eccentric ways for a few hours a day in return for brilliant insights of my own fashioning? Hee-hee. I know I can't take a full-time gig, yet; I have far too much on my mind these days.
Speaking of which, my mental gears kept spinning on something last night. I tried writing and couldn't concentrate. I tried reading and couldn't concentrate. Well, that should have been no surprise; I have problems reading most of the time anyway. I tried the ritual of applying makeup to my face to distract myself from dwelling on it too much. Even that didn't work. The weirdest part is that I don't even know what my mind is spinning on. I don't know exactly what the problem is that I am trying to solve. My internal processor isn't caught in a loop... it's just running some sort of complicated process right now. Who knows, maybe I will wake up and have discovered a new prime number in my sleep. The only other time I felt this way was early this May. Oddly enough, when that answer presented itself, I finally learned what the problem was. Luckily, I woke up well rested despite having accidentally left my light on all night after pacing for a while. I'm a kinesthetic thinker. We pace.
After a relaxing afternoon involving my losing a game of Scrabble and sitting around having delightful conversation with Gaynor and Mark at MELT!, I decided to try my hand at writing a serial based on that particular green and purple coffee shop. I am thinking about dramatizing the actual day to day life there. You know, I won't make it fiction, just a stylized reality. I could use that kind of literary challenge. I'll keep you posted.
Also in the land of mundane details... I might have lured myself a leading man. It had been so long since I even tried. This one is named Mr. CuddleBunny.