Struggling

Well a week has passed and not much has changed. I will just have to struggle on. I feel more than a bit pathetic... but it would be really helpful if someone... anyone... let me know that my efforts are appreciated. That is probably not fair. Dad does his best to be unobtrusive & grateful for the attention. And really that is what is important. He knows I am trying for him. Even though it never feels enough.

It seems that it is too much to ask for someone to actually stand up for me. I am not that important. I guess I will just have to continue on alone. Hope I make the distance.

I am running away to join the circus.

Saturday

Ok. So writing everyday is not happening. And I still don't know how to choose topics. Perhaps if I talk to a few bloggers I know, they will be able to give me a little clue as to the methods they use.  Although they mostly seem to be people with passions - interests that inspire and/or opinions that fire them.  I seem to a person with meh. It is not that I am uninterested in the world around me or that I am lacking in opinions (ask anyone who knows me!) but that sustaining the interest or rage or clarity is soooooo tiring that I just end up meh.

Aunty Cranky Pants

No conscience votes for the LNP. Gay marriage is obviously a step too far to even consider. Still waiting to hear a single reason that holds any water.

Well that didn't last long!

Pick a topic. Any topic. And just follow the thoughts that arise. It should be easy. But a gadfly mind just goes where it will. I haven't even been able to pick a topic- it is far more interesting to sit and watch the cat chatter sharply at a bird that has the temerity to use the pool for its morning ablutions. That was fun.

Words

I think that I am just going to write words. Every day. Not about my life...'cause even I am bored by that! Words that sound good. Words that make me think. Words that make me feel. Let's try that. Having said that... can't think of a one!!!