No, not to cheer on Chen, but to Cheer Chen.

Name. Artist.

Taiwanese Singer.

She’s my playlist today as I do my little diatribes.

I would describe her as whimsical folky and I like that description.

Starting anew.

* * *

I can think clearly today. One day alcohol free. That’s a good thing. No more slowness. No more blah.

I can think freely and a little quicker than where I was yesterday.

I feel better. I feel good.

A smidge tired, but I’m always a smidge tired.

Hopefully today would be a good writing day as I just write and write. More than the two pages I got yesterday.

Bad day yesterday. Horrible.

* * *

Lots of traveling to consider in the next few months.

A small road trip up the coast to a friend’s wedding at the end of May and then my first hiking nature vacation of the year, Crater Lake.

I’m really looking forward to that, to go out to the fresh air and to just explore and be one with nature.

I need to relax.

Afterwards is when the trouble comes in. I know I may have to go to Chicago at the end of July or early August for the move.

I have Uncle’s memorial on July 28th. I don’t know what is going to happen, but I guess we shall see.

It’s something that I’ll have to play by ear. It’ll be something that I’ll just have to wing it and hope for the best.

We shall see.

* * *

I have a vague memory of a dream last night. My dad was in it. He’s sitting on that deep purple maroon couch that we had; his spot, and he’s looking really happy.

I think he was discussing food choices or something. I don’t remember. I was standing near the sliding kitchen door. I don’t remember, but he looked happy.

That makes me happy.

I miss him.

* * *

There’s a line today. There’s a long line of people waiting for their tea.

They are slow behind the counter today. I don’t know why, but they’re people just sitting. Maybe it is just the new girl is being slow, or maybe she’s the only one and the little opener isn’t behind the counter at all. She’s in the back kitchen preparing something.

I don’t know, but it is interesting.

I guess today is going to writings of whatever comes to mind or whatever observations.

* * *

Relax.

I just want to relax some more today. I don’t want to think about chores. I don’t want to think about cleaning. I just want to think about work.

I just want to veg out in front of the tv, watching whatever shows or the bluray that I have and zone out.

I just may do that. Forgo the vacuuming and sit in front of the tv with my chips and guac and just veg out.

We shall see when I get home.

I for sure don’t have to cook tonight, so everything, all responsibilities are just to me and my pets. Nothing to worry about anymore.

Not today.

Work stuff can wait till tomorrow, because that’s all that I can do, wait.

* * *

Orders are called out and then picked up. The little tea shop empties, one by one, soon, I’m the only one in here typing away to the folksy whimsy in my ear.

I’m coming up with words to type and stories to tell.

Maybe I’ll have something worth mentioning. Something worth saying.

Hopefully.

Maybe it is time to start thinking about prose again, to take a break from my other writing projects, my scripts and just hope for the best.

Or I could just wait for the draft of Her Secret Service from Bradley and see where he takes it and maybe add something to that.

I don’t know.

I just know that I need to focus on something that I am interested in.

I think I just lost focus on my last one and I couldn’t figure it out. I lost the narrative, knowing that I was writing myself in a hole that I couldn’t get out of.

I have to rethink it. I have to look it over and rework it to something more manageable, something more exciting.

It changed a lot from what I originally had planned, even though I didn’t have a clear plan or direction. I wrote it organically and that’s where I ended up.

I took a wrong turn somewhere and I just have to find my way back.

I’ll figure it out.

* * *

Tights over daisy dukes.

It’s the new thing. Weird, but I guess it works for the modest.

I think I’ll end it here today as I need to get on my little haikus.