November Notes. Being Here Now or Something.

Still here and dealing with the everyday struggles of being. Or sometimes just letting the boredom settle like falling leaves. Saw a couple of good plays recently, "Ugly Lies the Bone" and "The Flick." Saw another one yesterday, "Lost Girls." The first two are thought-provoking and well done. Neither is a feel-good story but human ones. And we're all composed of stories, some are inspiring, some are amazing and some are just...stories. Trying to put this play together in me head and on paper without letting all the brats in there try to usurp my attention span. Which is very short, by the way. I think I have an adult version of ADD, or whatever the politically correct label is. My memory is Swiss cheese these days. A little scary when I search for the names of actors, people I know, etc. What's also alarming is my annoying habit of checking things and re-checking them. Like keys. Or metro cards. Or sunglasses. Or tickets to something expensive. I know, I know, we all do this. But still.... So another thing I've been thinking about is writing about real issues that are, of course First World Issues, but issues nonetheless. (Isn't that a great word? Nonetheless. Three words all strung together that Spell Check doesn't even underline. Although I wanted to combine spell and check, but it got red-lined. Just like that word which I had to put a hyphen in. Enough about words. I'm curious about the possibility of anyone reading this. Wouldn't be amazing if someone did? Maybe it'll never happen. Which is fine because I need to concentrate on writing a play or something approximating one. As for the other issues, let's see what happens with this blog--probably a big fat Zero. Which is fine, too. Another thing I just noticed: there were actually 30 people who read some of my rantings four years ago. I wonder who they were?