Peter Rabbit

So, I'm trying to write a ten-minute children's play. It's based on the story of Peter Rabbit. Peter is based on my brother, Peter, and has ADHD and is good at video games.
Flopsy is bossy and motherly, and is based on me.
Mrs. Rabbit is based on my mother.

So why is it so hard to write?

Maybe I just suck as a writer.

Or maybe you have to be in a really really good mood to write cheerful children's plays.

Or maybe I'm just destined to fail Playwriting.

WTC?!?!

So, my life sucks. What the crap?!?! Do I have any reason to be unhappy? No. Do I have any reason to be stressed out? No, nothing going on in my life that everyone else in the whole world doesn't deal with everyday. Do I have any reason to be afraid? No. Heck, I can't even figure out what I'm scared of. Am I starving to death? No. Is my family being killed by violent rebels? No. Is my house completely destroyed by a hurricane? No. I live in Iowa, for crying out loud. Do all my friends hate me? Not that I can tell. Is my mother dying of cancer? No.

Am I getting practically everything I've ever wanted? Yes. Do I get paid tomorrow? Yes. Do I have the freedom to practice the religion of my choice? Yes. Am I practicing that religion/relationship? Yes. Am I in a great show? Yes. Do completely amazing and brilliantly fun people live within yards of my door? Yes. Is my family supportive of me and what I do? Yes. Are my socks yellow? Yes. Do I have Nutty Bars and herbal tea in my drawer? Yes.

Then why the crap do I feel like crying? Why the crap can't I stand to be in my room? Why the crap is it so hard to get things done? Why the crap am I so overwhelmed...by nothing? Why the crap is it so hard to be here, where I've wanted to be for years?

Why the crap do I ask so many unanswerable questions?

P-R-O-C-R-A-S-T-I-N-A-T-I-O-N

Yes, I do have a three page script analysis on The Crucible due tomorrow morning. No, I haven't started it. Yes, I am blogging instead. But it's a short blog. I can still go to heaven, right?

I miss...

my mom

my cat

real toilet paper

free time

air conditioning

paychecks

There, that should do it. Now I don't have to feel guilty about neglecting my blogging responsibilities, and I have sufficiently put off my paper so that last minute panic is beginning to evoke some feelings of inspiration (or desperation).

And remember, kids: Only YOU can prevent forest fires!