So as part of my break I wanted to watch something mindless - enter reality TV. And one of the most annoying words ever to be created emerged as a result of a token Canadian entering the program.
All things Canadian. To me eh is not one of them. Other things are - like hockey. It's our national sport and I'm wearing the t-shirt to prove it. But. There it is, there's always the but. I'm not a big hockey fan. I'll be as glued to the set as anyone else if Canada is looking like they're about to come out on top in the world of hockey. But you know, I can count on one hand how many hockey games I've watched in the last few years. Guess I best stop now or I may be deported, that is if there's anyone looking for a non-eh speaking Canadian with only a slight interest in armchair hockey.
Okay, I don't know about you but that little rant had me feeling better, more creative even, although I'm kind of enjoying my break. With life colliding like some gigantic opportunistic slug into that space I call the lull between the end of one story and the beginning of another, there's no time to even contemplate new ideas. This time used to frighten me. Now I know it's just a space where I take a few days and writing a story is the last thing on my mind. Then one day I crawl out of bed and there's a story demanding that I figure out what it's all about and start writing it down. It might be something someone said days earlier, or a local event that gets things going or maybe one of those ideas that I wrote down ages ago. Whatever it is, the urge to write is back. It's a strange process but it happens the same way almost every time.
So enough rambling for me. What gets you fired up to do what you love best?
And after all that - here's a contest with, rumour tells me, absolutely no strings. Check it out here.