The Trouble With Being Interesting…

There's a big difference between being interesting and being entertaining. I like to think I entertain folks. I like to make them laugh and tell stories and change perspectives. It's a good time. But for myself to be interesting?

I find that concept to be the most difficult one to make work.

I do laundry all the time. I long to soak in a deep, hot tub full of bubbles (Calgon, you bastid!) and yes, I occasionally hide in the bathroom to do my writing. And I watch movies while I do dishes because I hate doing dishes. Pretty much, I'm not terribly interesting. As you can imagine, this makes me an unengaging telephone conversationalist, too, lol. I guess you could say I have the majority of my adventures on the page.

I wish that meant I had less drama to deal with, but such is life, right? On the upside, I've read several awesome books of late and played some LA Noire with a friend… Cause a good story comes on many venues.

What have you all been doing?

Dee