Well, I’m headed to Ames this evening. Barb’s house is hot as all get-out, so we’re going to pick up a window air conditioner from the house my mom rents. Luckily, the fine gentlemen who live there have no need of the contraption, and they have decreed that we may take it. I’m such a jerkstick. And a procrastinator. I should have called my friends Josh “Smokey” Toosuave and Mark “Beast” Master that I was coming to Ames. I’ll have to hope that I can call them cold and somehow meet up with them on the mean streets of A-Town.
We’re going to hang out tomorrow for Fourth of July celebrations with Barb’s friend Li’l Jenny. Should be a good time. I’m looking forward to sitting out on the front yard in a lawn chair with a beer in my hand and a smile on my face as I slowly burn in the sun.
Well. On writing: I think I’ve come to a more concrete realization. My problems have nothing to do with the writing itself. I’m at least a competent writer, and I’d actually classify myself as a good one. I’ll get better if I practice. My problems are more in the stage prior to actually writing. I can’t come up with any good ideas, anything that I think is worth writing about.
Anybody got a good idea generator?