Reading/Admissions

Lately, I feel like:

• I can't get enough of realness and literary readings and mail. 
• I'm sending as much mail as possible and trying to write as much mail as possible. 
• I'm spending a lot of time alone.
• I'm thinking about what I need to do keep moving forward.
• I talk to the kitties and have them cuddle with me.
• I could be losing my mind, but if I was, wouldn't I not know it?
• I'm looking for jobs and dealing with unemployment.
• I'm walking dogs almost every day.
• I have puppy fever. 

Some of these things are new, and some of them are old.  Some of them are recurring and ongoing.  But it sort of all feels new nonetheless. 

I read that a good writer should spend time writing every day.  I want to write every day but without any inciting incidents in my life, it is hard to come up with stories.  Stories that aren't about my cats.  The more alone time I spend, the deeper I delve into crazy-cat-lady-ness.  Don't get me wrong, part of me really loves it, but there is a part of me that knows it is a little sad as well. 

In regards to writing every day though, I had this thought, maybe perhaps more accurately described as a dream, about writing movies, which is silly.  I have no stories.  But if I did, the process that it takes to actually be the writer, I think I would be good at that.  I guess now I just need a story.  Thankfully I am not pretentious enough to take my large laptop to coffee shops and sit and work on a word document like I am important.  Thankfully I don't need $5 coffees to inspire my thought process.  Actually a place like that would really annoy me.  Just driving today was annoying.  However, I partially blame that on being hungry at the time. 

Is it more important to remember just the memory or the time of the memory?  Something I've been thinking about.

Is it a worthy venture to record all memories just for the sake of having them as opposed to letting them go?