Even though the end is near.
Ack, that rhymed. But this is going to be post #297 out of the 335 posts I’m aiming for before I can relinquish the daily post shtick and switch over to an only-post-when-I-have-something-to-say format. So to be running low on things to say now of all times is somewhat annoying.
Of course, losing momentum has been a general condition in my life for some time. It’s the “summer vacation blahs” I think.
I’d also blame it on the heat, but it’s been quite cool here the last few days. Not that that’s helped my arm any. It still feels hot all the time, and it’s feeling hot on the inside as well as the outside, too, so now if it comes anywhere near my breast–and it’s hard to keep it from doing that!–then it’s sending signals up to my brain as if I was literally holding it in a fire.
Anyway, changing the subject to something slightly less unpleasant, I’ve been thinking about my play “Pyrrha” lately, for various reasons.
It still needs a lot of work, but I don’t know what to do to it, because I’m an incompetent writer. (Well, at least I’m honest about it!)
So I’ve been thinking of posting it here, scene-by-scene to fill up some of the remaining 38 posts (well, less than that, actually, ’cause of things like Words Crush Wednesday and Missing Letter Mondays). If I did post it, would anyone read it? Would anyone post any suggestions how to improve it?
Most importantly, does anyone remember any of the stuff I posted earlier about the late 18th century play I based it on? Or the original Greek myth that play was mutilating? Should I mention that stuff only at the end, or right up front?
Or should I not post the play in the first place, because everyone would prefer the sound of fingernails on a blackboard?