Stare Into Space

Antsy

Posted on | September 1, 2009 | Comments Off

For the last two and a half weeks, I have been family guy.  I’ve been spending even more time with my little girl to keep her reassured during the lead-up to starting big school.  She actually started this morning and it all went remarkably smoothly – there were no tears from her and even my wife managed to control her womanly emotions.

While I, obviously, enjoyed the time I spent with her, I always get anxious if I can’t get away to actually ‘do’ stuff and I was all too conscious that two and a half weeks had passed and I’d written very little.  Other than the I Sat Through That? columns for Flickering Myth, I did no writing at all.  This built and built and for the last few days I’ve actually been fidgety and restless.  I’d even go so far as to say twitchy – as if I’d drunk ten cans of Red Bull.

Part of me thinks that this is a good sign.  Another part of me worries that I may be a bit mental.

Probably the latter.

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Gerry Hayes

Gerry Hayes

I mostly sit around all day and drink tea. Occasionally, I write stuff and send it to strangers so they can humiliate me and debase my efforts. Other than the self-harm to dull the shame of failure, it's not a bad life. Like I say, there's tea.

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