soliloqueer

A friend of mine was telling me about an insane building project going on in the Raleigh-Durham area last night. Apparently, it’s going to be an 8,500 square foot house, equipped with it’s own 3,000 square foot ballroom.

“Why would anybody need a 3,000 square foot ballroom in their house?” I asked, quite frankly flabbergasted by the idea.

“He needs a place to have intimate gatherings with friends. Besides, Colonel Mustard needs somewhere to murder Professor Plum with the lead pipe.”

If you know anything about me, then you know I’m not terribly fond of my home state of Alabama. This is why it will knock you flat on your ass to learn that I’ve voluntarily planned a trip home a week from this Thursday.

I know, right?

It all started with a dream I had the night before. I don’t remember much about it now, just that, in this dream, I was home and doing something fun with my mom. I woke up possessed with a crazy need to make a visit.

It seems like every time I tell someone, they look at me suspiciously, like they think I’ve been taken over by a pod person.

I was doing chores around the house yesterday.

I’d just finished up in the kitchen and was turning the corner to go back into my office to do some more writing, when the overpowering urge to clean out the bedroom closet hit me. Because I’ve decided to just go with impulses like this, I grabbed some garbage bags from the hall closet and went into the bedroom.

About an hour later, I’d filled five bags with stuff I wanted to get rid of.

A couple of them were clothes to send to Goodwill, but the others were just things I simply didn’t need or want anymore.

It was such a frenzy of piling, sorting, and making snap decisions that I didn’t even really grasp what was happening until it was over. The catharsis of having done it didn’t even really hit me until today when I opened the closet to get out some clothes and saw that half of it was gone.

I have to say, I’m pretty pleased with myself.

It’s easy. The second verse is the same as the first. It’s also not a long song, and the lyrics are repeated often, so it’s easy to pick up.

Hi.

I think this is my 4837th attempt to maintain a blog and the worst part about doing it, beyond writing the about page, is writing the first post.

If you’ve been with me for a while, then you know the story by now. I’m an aspiring screenwriter and I also like to blogging because it helps to keep me writing even when there isn’t something creative to work on.

I’m also pretty awesome.

The difference this time is, there will be more of an emphasis on my writing and less on the crazy antics of my personal life. I also want to flex my “critical bitch” muscles a little, so there will be reviews of movies and such.