Ask Me a Question
Go ahead. Ask. Ask anything you want. You can ask me a personal question, or a philosophical question or a hypothetical question. But you can't ask me trivial question like who created the Periodic table (Mendeleev), who wrote The Periodic Table, (Primo Levi) or what the atomic weight of Cadmium is (112.41). That would defeat the purpose, because the purpose is to get me to write. Not just daydream blog entries in my head but never write and post them. For I am still stuck in the doldrums. I know I have a story to finish. (I haven't even gotten to the psychotic part of the Psychotic Friend story.) And I have other older news to report that I haven't gotten around to.
But I need a push.
As it is, all I want to do is stay in my bed (it's the most comfortable place I can find to sit in this apartment) sleep, read, and sleep some more. That's what I want to do all the time, not what I get to do all the time- but I find myself doing it every chance I get. I don't get out much. I haven't put gas in the car since December 11th- that tells you how often I get out and about. I don't know what to do around here but buy groceries from the store, about 2 blocks away. The highlight of my day was eating half of a six ounce package of Genoa salami and composing an ode to its deliciousness in my head while playing Spider Solitaire on the computer . (Oh, salami, were it not for you and your cousin, prosciutto, vegetarianism might have been a possibility for me. But not lacto-ovo, parce que tellement j'adore le fromage aussi!) All this will change in a couple of weeks when we return home to New Orleans. But right now...
I am null.
I need a push.
Stimulate me with a question.
If I think there's a reason to write something (because you asked), it may get me excited about doing it, for a change and that might get the juices flowing enough for me to get caught up. (Unless no one really cares about the unwritten stuff, in which case, I'm off the hook and on my way out the door to buy more salami.)
So, I invite friends, strangers and you anonymous lurkers hanging out in the shadows to ask me a question. Whatever you want. Because I've got to shake this.