Dry Crackers

No one seemed to notice that I didn't post anything for a good week, which is a pretty rare occurance. If I were one of you, I would say something like, "My, that's strange. It's the week leading up to the World Series, and Pat's not ranting like a goon." Well, know what? I have indeed been ranting like a goon; I've just decided to keep the volume set at mute. I've got three or four unpublished posts sitting in limbo, and they'll probably never get their day in the sun here on What I See. In each case, either I haven't liked any of them that much, or it takes me so long to polish them that they begin to stagnate and bore me. Bottom line: If I don't enjoy reading it, there's no way in hell any of you will. My relative quiet is due to three overriding factors:

First, I have legitimately been seeking a job over the last week, leaving me little time to talk the long walks which inspire my most amusing thoughts.

Second, as I am getting by right now with no discernible revenue source, I haven't been getting loaded too much lately. Most of my best stuff comes out when I'm completely hammered. Most of the time I stumble home and furiously type until I pass out at my desk, so that when I wake up in the morning, I surprise myself with a nice little piece about whatever happened to be lurking around in my blackout. I like to tell myself that this allows me to be somewhat objective in my readings, as I often only vaguely remember what was going through my mind when I was writing. However, my sudden plunge into sobriety over the last couple of weeks has really taken a toll on blogger abilities.

Finally, most hours spent writing this past week were dedicated to the Pratt project. I finished the intro, and it's quite good--almost right about where I want it. I keep going back and forth on whether I want it to be a play, a story, or a screenplay. My feelings as to the form vary depending on my mood. The style is less important to me at this point than the tightness of the storytelling. If the story has strong substance, the correct form will eventually present itself.

I will get a job in the next couple weeks, at which point I will resume getting drunk with regular frequency. I bet some of you are getting bored with my random thoughts of the day, or rambling on and on about baseball, but that's all the blog material I've got at the moment. I need to add some excitment to my life. The change in the weather has really thrown me into this strange, hollow mood over the last couple weeks. As a result, the previously mentioned unpublished posts are difficult to get through and not overwhelmingly enjoyable once read, like eating a sleeve of saltine crackers without anything to drink. This state of affairs is temporary, I assure you.