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12 February 2009

Crayons, And The Insipid Nature Of Everything Other Than Children

I've been so busy that I haven't had the time to be bothered with the hassles of maintaining a measly little blog that no one really reads anyway. In fact, in the interest of my pursuits of all things creative in nature, and my insistence on crossing off 100% of my annual "To Do" list at the end of this year, I had considered closing the blog entirely. My creative energies are better suited elsewhere. Especially when so many of the things I plan on accomplishing this year require my creative attention.

But I haven't had the time to make backups of all the little tidbits and musings about Zack. The rest of the garbage I write on here is mostly useless, but the bits about Z are priceless. Especially the bit about his magic poop theory and his unplanned pregnancy scare.

Things like that are why this quasi-waste of a blog still exists.

Anyway, I've been so insanely busy working (now) four jobs and being a single Dad, that I haven't even had time to shower. Just kidding. Maybe. Perhaps that's why I'm still single.

Anyway, I saw this over at Break.com, and I thought it was worth coming up for air to show you.


3 comments:

Jaidi and Justin Clayton and Family! said...

Wow.

I like your creative musings...or whatever you called it! Even if they are getting few and far between.

Carlee Hoopes said...

Hey Nigel, seems like we're going through the same thing. I've been determined to hone in on my creative side as well lately...hence my lack of blogging. What are some things you've been working on?

Nigel Flannery Livingston said...

I have seven feature-length movie scripts that are stuck in the conceptual stage. I have three television shows that are likewise stuck in the idea phase.

I've been hired by other people to work on their (insanely great) projects. Which, of course, I can't talk about.

I have a quasi-long list of ideas for children's books I want to write. That's right, me- writing children's books. One of them even has a companion TV show.

I have to get in shape this year.

I have to buy a house this year.

If I don't get focused, I'll never get any of this stuff done. And then I'll be a fat forty-something apartment dweller with a head full of ideas and a pocket full of change.