I’ve Been Feeling Uninspired and Tired

Maybe it’s the 12-hour workdays I’ve had. Maybe it’s the fact I completely stopped going to the gym altogether. Maybe it’s because I haven’t had a fun night out with the girls in NYC since I don’t know when. Maybe it’s because I have a quasi-boyfriend who may or may not heart me. It’s no matter. When the inspiration leaves, it leaves. And there’s no telling when it will come back until one day, it just appears again.

So…that’s that. Now we’re back on track and ready to write. Ready to try and get the book in motion, ready to try and combat the fatigue that being burnt out at work brings on.

I popped down to Florida for the weekend for a bit of R&R. For all those that I didn’t call, I’m sorry. I only had a few days to see family and then it was back on the plane to cold NYC. I had a great time. St. Patrick’s Day was a blast, I had all-you-can-eat crab legs on another day, took a nice long drive down by the beach on another, and actually got to the beach on another. It was all the things I love about Florida – the sun, the cheap cost of drinking, my family, the sand. It went by way too quickly, but for three days it was enough.

The Sopranos

So I thought I’d share a really interesting theory that I heard about the second episode of the Sopranos. The theory is that Tony’s dream is actually his descent into hell. The flashes of light is heaven far away. I think that this theory requires some fleshing out, but some things about it do make sense. For example, the voices on the phone of Tony’s wife and kids – aren’t Carmella or Meadow. Now I’m not sure what that has to do with the fact that Tony’s descending into Hell now that I’ve actually written it down, but I just like the idea.

My idea was that Tony is actually dreaming what could have been if he didn’t go into the Mob. Carmella wouldn’t have married him, he’d be some type of salesman but he wouldn’t necessarily be a good person. He’d still do bad things (cheat on his wife, credit card fraud), but it wouldn’t be murder or racketeering or extortion, etc.

Either way, the Sopranos is the best show on television, and possibly the best show ever. It’s done in two episodes what most series can’t accomplish in ten years – spark conversation from the streets to the water cooler, make people think, make people question major issues around right versus wrong, good versus bad, all while making people laugh – “Hey Van Helsing – let’s go!”