Music: Green Day – “Boulevard Of Broken Dreams”
Another night of weird dreams. At least this time it wasn’t about work or Percy. This was kind of a clockwork fantasy where the main character was trying to escape her imprisonment by an evil dictator. She had friends that were helping her escape, but even so, it was super dangerous. There was a lower world and an upper world. It was a bit bizarre. That might sound like a story idea, but it didn’t call to me that way. Sometimes they don’t.
I formatted the last 3 poetry journals and got them scheduled for publication once their contracts expire. I also posted The Collector after doing another review of it. And now, well, I have no idea what to do. I have old stories that I could rework but should I redo them? They aren’t fit for public consumption in their current state, but should I spend the energy to fix them up? I’m on the fence. I’ll have to think about it. There’s always more poetry to write.
I still have heartburn as to what to do with Twitter. If I’m going to be on the platform, there has to be something I can offer. But what? Then again, why is there pressure to post anything at all? That’s the part I don’t get. But it’s clearly there. Maybe handwritten versions of my poems? At the same time, I’m not entirely sure I want to interact with it beyond as a messenger. I’m messed up in the head, aren’t I?
After reading this entry back to myself, I had to laugh. My life sounds so boring. When I look at others online, I only get to see the highlight reel of their lives. It’s hard not to compare. That’s human nature. But I think that’s one of the negative parts to being on social networking sites. It’s something I’ve always had a problem with when I’m on them. I wish it weren’t that way.