The Heat Is On
It's mega-hot again; I have the fan and air conditioner running as I type this. It's not quite as hot as it was over Memorial Day Weekend, but it's not as chilly as it was last week, either. I ran some errands this morning, mostly to get a walk it. I dropped my two bills at the post office (instead of leaving them in the mail box), went to Family Dollar (only bought cards - they didn't have any 12 inch fans), then stopped at the tiny Oaklyn Library in the hope of finding more books on New York State. I did...from 1999.
I did rent last year's "Casino Royale" from the Oaklyn Library, though. I've been dying to see it, and everyone says it's good. Everyone's right so far - the first half of the film (I haven't seen the second half) IS really good, the best Bond movie I've seen in ages.
And more importantly, Daniel Craig...yowza! He needs to make all his Bond movies shirtless. He needs to make all his MOVIES shirtless, even family dramas. And those blue eyes pierce your soul. You boys can keep Ursula Andress and Halle Berry coming out of the sea; I envied the Carribean when that boy came out in his red suit. ;)
Work was only four hours, busy but nothing like last night, with no problems.
I'm beginning to wonder if I've lost my writing ability. I haven't really written any stories in ages. I get ideas, but I never write them or finish them. I make all these grand plans, but they never, ever happen. I was going to do a whole short story anthology on the subject of how people in various parts of the 20th Century reacted to changes in popular culture; I finished one, started another I didn't finish, and haven't done any others. I've started two novels I got two chapters through before I lost interest.
I don't think I'll ever be able to sell a story. I can't even write them anymore. I don't know what to write about. I don't do anything interesting. What do I know to write about?