Signs Are Everywhere

I'm in the cafe writing, thinking about what I could possibly write for the blog. 
I have a pretty decent session with a story I'm tinkering with and then realize the time. 
I get up to go and just after pushing through the revolving doors, I see this.  I've talked about this before. There's a movie called The Secret. It's very interesting how things can come to you if you just think about them. 
As that story went, I had just finished the movie on my phone on the train into work when I looked up and saw a billboard that said STOP WAITING. 
The movie had just been talking about noticing the signs. 

The really strange thing about this sign, a wooden billboard with the words maybe painted on, was that I never saw it again after that day. 

Very strange. 
It was such a funny occurrence. I couldn't believe it. There was the sign I'd been looking for.
Sometimes we have to see these things to have it sink in. 
So here I am, the holidays are getting close, and I have nothing…

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All Dolled Up With Nothing to Write

What do you write about when you have nothing to write about?

I remember as a kid having my favorite toy. 
When guests would come over, I'd grab that favorite toy and present it proudly. This is my toy, look, it represents what I feel about myself as a kid, and I'm proud of it. 
Of course (well, maybe) the adult never understood all the underlying connotations the toy represented.
That toy would never get used the way I wanted to use it, but I liked it. Loved it. Something about it, as if I could see into the future and all was okay, it was an alright place. 

It embodied something about myself, gave me a brief window into my adult years of thought. 

Yeah yeah, it was just a toy, I know. 
I would look at it and want to play with it, but never have the chance. And when I did it didn't live up to what I thought it would. Of course eventually the yearning fizzled out and new toys were had. 
But that toy was remembered, for the most part. 
I guess just having it was the great thing, kno…

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I Love Hot Sauce

The local convenience store has some great items. Gag items, old school toys--some from even before my days. 

The store was decked with all the holiday goods, even a Santa Claus beckoning in customers. 

He danced and lured and my daughter took a picture with him. He tightrope-walked the curb and we went into the store. 

Enough of that, I needed Christmas lights! Some of my current ones blew out. 

Chocolates and decorations and crazed consumers greeted me.

Ugh, I just want one thing! 

I go to where I know the lights are, where they've always been, of course not until I point out the cooler of the decorations and gag items to my wife like a little kid. 

Everything pulled my attention.

From the cool decorations, to the wild hot sauce concoctions they offered. 

And of course one of the lights I need wasn't there. 

I didn't want to go to the other place further away, plus that place was always packed and crazy. 

We ended up going across the street, to nothing better (and more expensive)…

Holiday Decorations at the Cafe

The cafe where I write sometimes before work has their holiday decorations up. 

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I remember as a kid making snowballs.
It didn't happen too often because I'd lived in an apartment and the snow would have to fall either on a weekend or a school break. But when it did, it was so much fun. I'd roll them and at first it was difficult. Nothing would form, or the ball would crumble before gaining any mass.
Eventually it formed, and I rolled that snowball and rolled it and eventually it grew into the base of a wonderful snowman.

So here's something I was pondering.
Will I find the time to write?
I can't do it as much as I want now because life gets in the way, you're thinking too much about your job, where's the money going to come from for the car repair, food?!
You sit down to write in between all this and you can push out a tiny bit in between YouTube bouts of research (yes, research, that's what I call it!) And you wonder how the heck am I going to ever get things done when I finally do this hopefully for a living?
I think, even if I have the…