Ten PM on Thursday night and I am on deadline. Got several pieces of copy that need to be submitted and I don’t just hate everything I have come up with, I despise it.
It is not a case of writer’s block because the words are flowing freely, they are just ugly and lack the kind of flair I want them to have. There is no panache or eloquence to these and this is one of those moments where I need to produce better thanÂ good enough.
But as they told Superchicken, I knew the job was dangerous when I took it so I am reaching deep into my writer’s bag of tricks.
Distraction was the first thing I pulled out. Figured if I took my mind a different way it would make a difference, I’d find the write words and voila, it would be done.
Except the call came from home.
The call in which I learned the girl who tried to bully my daughter is scheduled to be in the same class as her. The school had Â assured us this wouldn’t happen and that the issues from last year would be taken care of.
Apparently they weren’t and I am irked to put it mildly. My daughter isn’t afraid of this other girl and my concern is that this misfit will poke, prod and piss off my daughter to the point where she will react and the outcome won’t be pretty.
There shouldn’t be any reason for me to be concerned about it. They shouldn’t be in class together and tomorrow we’ll see about making changes
It is disappointing.
Distraction Part II
I have been meaning to make some more changes around here so I picked up a new child theme from the folks at Studiopress and have been making changes to the blog for a while now.
This has been great fun…mostly.
Mostly means that there are a few hiccups that I haven’t been able to sort out yet, such as the problem with the archives. But I haven’t any doubt that I will figure it out.
Overall I think I am pretty happy with the new look but I wish I could just iron out those hiccups because I swear I am so close to figuring it out.
Kind of fun, like a puzzle.
In a couple of moments I am going to head out and hit the gym. We’ll see if pumping some iron and some endorphin release helps to stimulate some more creativity or at least something that I like enough to turn in.
FWIW, I see it all as a competition with myself. It is a chance to try to push myself harder to do better, but sometimes it is hard not to get caught up in it.
Sometimes it is hard not to be extra hard on myself and lose perspective.
Speaking of Perspective
The hardest part of all this right now is being away from the kids and not knowing if we’ll be able to fix this problem before school starts. It is being away from my little girl when she needs me and that is eating at me a bit.
Because her happiness and well being are more important than any of this other nonsense and something tells me that I can’t fix things by calling this other girl and explaining to her that I will come looking for her if she causes trouble.
People tend to frown on that kind of behavior, hell I frown on it. But I would be lying if I said I didn’t want to bop her in the head.
Sometimes parenting is just peachy.
P.S. For those few of you who take everything I write as gospel, let’s clarify a few things:
- I didn’t really get arrested for beating someone up with a salami.
- I didn’t throw a clown off the porch.
- I wouldn’t hit a little girl.
P.P.S. Those of you who have the special JackB decoder rings can read a special message at the bottom of this post.