"Blarg," a whining LJ entry by Mr. Wright

Another day, another 20-some-odd inches. I don't know if everyone else is like me when it comes to writing, but it takes me a while to flex my brain muscles enough until they, I dunno, power-up, Super-Mario style, and can actually begin composition. From there, things go forward herky-jerky but steadily until I finish the first draft.

Now, it's a lot harder to get over this first hump after a long day of following Jaime Escalante around Central Texas. Yes, the Jaime "Stand and Deliver" Escalante. Then I go home, veg out while watching some basketball and — poof — it's time for me to go to bed, not that I felt like working up the energy to get my mind writing for the second time today anyways. Pretty much happens every night.

So, I don't know when this blog will ever get back on track. I talked to the woman from the Globe today and her short answer on my portfolio was: not good enough. I still haven't put my clips together, either. Hell, I'm not even sure what I want to be doing come August, much less agressively pursuing those avenues.

Oh, yeah, and I'm broke. Fucking student loans. I don't know how anyone does this real-world schtick. At least the Spurs are moving on to round two.

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Man, almost forgot: if you didn't yesterday, everyone wish Grady "G-Money" Wright a belated happy 21st. I present to you, now, a Grady retrospective.