“Things” happened late yesterday, effecting my ability to think and write. Please inform my non-existent reading public (sans one or two,) I’ll be back as soon as I can figure out how to get snow off the leaves in the yard, so as to rake them into a pile and burn them up.
In the meantime – how have you been? We haven’t written in a while. Have you had any recent post-traumatic episodes of supposed invincibility? Nagging your inner ego and narcissistic thoughts on my deranged thinking process? I know what you’re thinking. Just say it.
I mean – I re-read what I wrote yesterday and immediately thought it should be purged. What do you think? I haven’t found a muse yet and according to Hank Moody – that’s what’s needed for successful publishing in the writing business. I know the dangers and intricacies of that relationship – spilling into blatant adultery – if I can’t write.
Please write back with answers.
1st – BITE ME!
2nd – What would jesus do?
3rd – get some sleep and get back to typing when it wears off. Geesh.