The Bloody Doors Off

Saturday didn’t go as expected.

In some ways it was better. I wrote a very trippy scene with my friend Kate, a tale of two friends who had a conversation in dreams that spanned lives lived, lives yet to be experienced, and alternate planes of existence. It reminded me of what we as a writing duo are capable of: informative, whimsical, touching. It also helped kick start my engine. Let’s hope I write more every day.

I also got out to St. Lawrence Market today to get some groceries. I haven’t been there in ages. I did a ‘hit it and quit’ approach because I wasn’t up to wandering, but I should next time, especially as the Christmas season draws near. I think I also want to get out and see more Christmas light displays. This is a good thing.

On the not so great side, I was supposed to have a date tonight, but she cancelled without word of why nor an indication if she wanted to reschedule. I’m not bummed about it. We could be a good fit, but it’d take a lot of work. I’m 47; am I stupid for thinking at this point in my life that I should be able to find the person who fits like a snug puzzle piece and fills out the missing parts? Dunno.

Spending the night in, where it’s warm. Debating tomorrow.