The Internet Shoulf Be Treated Like a Controlled Substance

I have the unique ability to find the most bizarre crap on the internet. Sure, it sucks up hours of my time and distracts me from important things like pulling the cookies out of the over BEFORE the smoke alarms go off. However, the efforts of one night on eBay yielded a turn of the century wax head that looked identical to my friend’s fiancée. For my own good, ban me from eBay. Please. I don’t need any more trocars. But I could use a 19^th century bone saw… and the other volumes of Anatomy and Histology for Embalmers (1935, 1^st Edition)…

In between heckling my own television and writing the first blog of the night, I’ve been sucked into Pinterest. Lists of things with pictures! I’ve found some useful tips and a ton of ideas. I like the fact that I’m able to categorize my ADD easily. I don’t know what real use this has, but so far I’m happier than a Goth in a graveyard.

While I have lost hours to “Pinning,” it is nothing compared to the hours I’ve spent searching for Lit Contests or requests for submittals. Every now and then I need a good swift kick in the ass. I’ll fight it claw and fang, but things get done.  Same applies to my writing. I suffer from chronic writers block. Despite the fact that I always said I never knew what to blog about, I am now finding myself readily supplied with ideas for Arscenic, Spite and Old Scars. It’s my short stories that stump me. 

These contests give me a two fold kick: an idea and a deadline. Having decided to let Memento Mori simmer for a little longer and instead focus on Requiem for Alice, time for shorts is limited. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to try. Probably only one entry. Something that will give me time to polish. I’m looking forward to weeding through the options until I find the ONE. I’ll keep you posted.