Not a Drunk Writer… Sherioushly

Today’s post brought to you by Gin & Tonic.

This is what happens when I put off posting until the end of the day. My fiance comes home from a long day at work; he could use a drink. I don’t want to let him drink alone, so I pour one, and my tolerance is way lower than his. Now I’m tipsy. Dinner is not much more complicated than boiling water (lentils & rice… with the right spices, a darn good meal). Really, I could be drinking more.

But I’m boring, so I stopped at one. But I’m a lightweight, so that’s more than plenty. Wheee!

Hemingway I am not.

Punking Out Defined

Punking out is what happens when you look at something you thought you wanted to do, and a whiny little voice inside of you says, “but that’s too hard!” …and you listen.

There are more formal definitions for the word “punk.” I found several in my Webster’s dictionary. It means “someone worthless or unimportant,” “an inexperienced youth,” “poor in quality or condition,” or “ill; sick; feeling punk.” I take these meanings together to define “punking out” as giving up on an endeavor due to worthlessness, inexperience, youth, poor condition, and/or sickness of spirit, any of which make understandable (albeit lousy) excuses for giving up on a writing career.

Contrarily, a punk is also a smoldering stick used to light fireworks or fuses.

Date Night!

Muse-calling was a short experiment, but a successful one. I’m going out on a date tonight, and I don’t have another thought in my head. It’s pleasant. See you Friday!