Seems to happen every time I finish a book: I slide to a dead stop and do no writing for days. My brain shuts down, thoughts don’t connect, and I can’t seem to string more than a few words together at a time. Grocery lists are about as complex a thing as I can handle.
I admit, this used to worry me, but now I just nod, sigh, and take it in stride. The Muse, that fickle bitch, is off kicking up her heels for someone else and I simply have to wait until she gets tired of acting out and comes back to me.
In the meantime, I do some reading, get extra sleep, put in more hours on the job, and watch TV. Not network television, or even cable/satellite, but Netflix and Amazon. I can’t stand the commercials anymore. If I really want to see a series, I’ll wait for it to be streamed or released on DVD. I am all advertisers’ nightmare.
AJ and I are watching Andy Griffith tonight. Well, I’m watching, he’s down with a migraine. Griffith’s the sheriff of Mayberry, Opie still has all his hair, and Don Knots steals every scene he’s in. This is what they call ‘gentle comedy,’ and it’s very effective, but I started wondering why there weren’t any gay people in that town. There was Otis the drunk, Aunt Bee the futsy old maid, a couple of ‘fancy women,’ Floyd the barber, Gomer the gas station attendant… a entire host of stereotypes, all in one show!
So why not the gay interior decorator? That stereotype would have fit right in with that crazy bunch. Come to think of it, toward the end there, they had Howard the city council guy. He was so gay, I’m surprised he didn’t carry a purse. Hey! Floyd wasn’t married. Barney wasn’t married. Gomer wasn’t married. Bee wasn’t married. No one on that show was married!
Revelation! Everyone on that show was GAY! They just couldn’t talk about it at that time.
That raises the bigger question: Is everyone in the south secretly GAY? Woohoo!
*watches episodes with new interest*