Cause there's way too much sunshine round here
I don't know about you I get so sick of blue skies
Whenever they always appear
And I sure love the sound of the rain pouring down
On my carport roof made out of tin
If there's a flood then there's gonna be mudslides
We all have to pay for our sin
Chorus I
And I suppose that they'll close canyon roads
And the freeways will all start to clog
And the waters will rise and you won't be surprised
When your whole house smells like your wet dog
When it's grey in L.A. it's much better that way
It reminds you that this town's so cruel
Yeah it might feel like fun when you're sportin' sunglasses
But really you're one more fool
And I'm just a chump
And this whole town's a dump
We came out here to dump all our dreams
Of making it big but we're stuck in a sig alert nightmare
That's just how it seems
Chorus II
And I suppose Laurie David sure knows
All those cars we drive heat up our earth
And sea temperatures rise and those constant blue skies
And brush fires can sure curb your mirth
Brad Grey's in L.A. yeah OK I should stay here
There's no place that's better i know
For a wannabe star stuck in a car
On a freeway with nowhere to go
- Grey in LA by Loudon Wainwright III
That's kind of how I've been feeling lately and this grey day in LA just makes it all the more apparent. I have to proclaim to the world and stop pretending that I've been feeling super motivated. I have not felt motivated at all. All I want to do is work out or look at cute naked guys at the gym.
I have all of these ideas and concepts, but I haven't written properly in a month. Ugh. Yes, my Dad died. That was 12 weeks ago. In my own world view, I should have written a script by now. Channeled all of that energy.
I was incredibly productive when Dad was sick. I wrote two full scripts and a draft of another one.
I guess what this all comes down to is that I really just want to move on with my life. I just want to get it all going already.
The Universe supposedly has these big plans for me, but I'm not feeling motivated enough to reach for them, I suppose.
At first I thought it was because I needed a change of location. I'm dog sitting for two friends in a beautiful house in Hancock Park. That doesn't seem to be working.
I've got my snacks. Healthy ones like hummus and veggies and oatmeal. I've got my naughty ones like root beer.
The words should be flowing freely by now.
I've been watching Netflix here and there. But mainly I've been mourning the fact that I'm not writing. But I'm not diving into any one particular activity to either get me writing or get me distracted from writing. This is not the most fun I've ever had.
