Proud godfather and randomocity

Tonight is opening night for the play Talyan (my goddaughter) is appearing in. That's her, in the above poster. If you're in the LA area you ought to get tickets to see it. Info on the theater can be found here. Judging from the synposis it's an intense experience. I wish I could be there.

Instead I'm planning to be home, napping as much as I can. I feel like I'm coming down with something. Which is just what I need, to get sick, right now.

I need a project. I've been mulling over different ideas but nothing has really sat up and clamoured for my attention. It's beginning to get depressing.

I've never really had this problem before--coming up with something to work on. Usually there's a novel or story or musical idea waiting in the wings for me to find the time to work on it. Over the past month or so, though, nothing. Nada. Not a goddamned thing. My imagination is constipated.

Oh, well. I can be sure that, eventually, something will step forward and demand to be created. Something always does.

Just read an article that says that another recession is a sure thing now, and that it'll be worse than the previous one. Lovely. Something else to look forward to.

Oh, well. I'm just going to dwell on Talyan's big opening tonight, nap as much as I can, and extract whatever pleasure out of life I can find.