Writer's Block
Some days I really want to write and the words don't come at all, and other days, I'll be at my desk at work right smack dab in the middle of processing an order for a Six Flags Banzai Falls Waterslide, and the words will come. And they will be overflowing. Someone will ask me a question and I'll pay no attention or answer in beautiful prose, leaving my fellow associates to wonder what in the world has happened to their Dixi. Is she really losing her mind? And the answer is, of course, YES! I am. I am absolutely insane to suppress my artist child when she is crying out to be heard! Work or no work, my artist child has not surfaced in almost two years. She had taken a vacation to a land of cool blue water and Jack Johnson, sitting on the beach with his guitar singing to her while she happily splashes in the water and chases various tropical fish. I knew I was going to have to get her and make that world right here in Fayetteville for her in order for her to stay with me. I'm well on my way. Kiss, Kiss!