I have stared at the white white box that is the Blogger Editor. Left it and come back to it. Put off the thought that creatively, I’m dry. But, no, it’s not about wit or ‘having something to say(tm)’ – it’s about effort or drive.
It’s not all lipstick, heels, self-doubt and elation – other things go on my life too. To that end, I’m having a lull in the Trans Force. I think it may because we moving towards that time of year where the trnas genes begin to slow down. They never turn off – after all, they make us who we are – but they do go quiet.
For example, on Wednesday I was in town and I had the chance to do a spot of shopping. Rather than go on a shoe or top quest, I bought a sarnie and a bottle of water and then went and watched the world go by in Market Square. Shirt sleeves up, tie undone and headphones in. How many million did we pay for a large flat square? Still, maybe it’ll allow us to enjoy a concert in the heart of Nottingham. Now, that would be cool.
But why the lull? It’s not guilt and I’m still keeping up the war against my inner Wookie (Ed: Laugh it up fuzzball). I wonder if it’s a hormone thing? Does your brain chemistry change during the summer months? Do your sex hormones shift because in the dim and distant, having a baby in the winter months meant cold nights and a lack of food? Hmmm… I feel a bit of search engine work coming on.
Talking of Nottingham, that reminds me that I’ve posted the first draft of a leaflet for the group. There’s been a few minor alterations, but so far, people seem happy with it. It’s only a few paragraphs and if all goes to plan, it’ll be sitting pretty on the stand at Pride this year. If it helps a few folk find their way, that can only be a good thing.
I hope you have a great bank holiday!