What A Long, Strange (Ball-Busting, Wind-Breaking, Gut-Wrenching) Trip It's Been
So after a little more then a month of Internet Deprevation, I've finaly gotten back into the cyber swing. This year has beena challenge and one that I haven't met with any fierce determination. Let's say I wussed out on several occasions.
Still, I'm upright and taking nourishment. I still work, though I ghost through the halls. I still take care of the kids, but sometimes lose track of who I am taking care of (not good when you try to throw a 13 year old into diapers. Don't ask). And I tried to keep up with the writing but hit a wall that damn near broke my nose. I read lots of bio pieces about other authors who took their pain and spun it into gold but I keep weaving pop metal and cheap-ass chrome. Eventually it will come around. Suppose I should go looking for it rather then waiting for it (the Muse) to come swaggering back into my zone.
Enough of the whining. It didn't get me anywhere then and it ain't gonna now. There is another year coming around the bend and though I never put much stock in resolutions this would be the best time to dive into one early: No matter what, I refuse to stop being creative and stop writing. There, I said it. Have to follow through and let out those funky folks that want their stories to be told. Besides, if I don't some of them have some serious blackmail on me and I can't afford to have them squash my career before it starts.
Still, I'm upright and taking nourishment. I still work, though I ghost through the halls. I still take care of the kids, but sometimes lose track of who I am taking care of (not good when you try to throw a 13 year old into diapers. Don't ask). And I tried to keep up with the writing but hit a wall that damn near broke my nose. I read lots of bio pieces about other authors who took their pain and spun it into gold but I keep weaving pop metal and cheap-ass chrome. Eventually it will come around. Suppose I should go looking for it rather then waiting for it (the Muse) to come swaggering back into my zone.
Enough of the whining. It didn't get me anywhere then and it ain't gonna now. There is another year coming around the bend and though I never put much stock in resolutions this would be the best time to dive into one early: No matter what, I refuse to stop being creative and stop writing. There, I said it. Have to follow through and let out those funky folks that want their stories to be told. Besides, if I don't some of them have some serious blackmail on me and I can't afford to have them squash my career before it starts.