I am realizing that when things are good I have nothing to write about. When I am free of worry and stress I'm creatively empty. It sounds like an excuse because that is exactly what it is, so I am resurrecting this blog to hopefully force myself back onto the horse.... away we go.

Sometimes, when I walk the dog on the later side of the night I'm a nervous wreck. Not completely ridiculous as I have been robbed at gunpoint and followed and peeped at just steps from my house. And on those times that I am a nervous wreck I think of what a drunk wreck I once was. How I thought nothing of coming home at 4 am and walking the dog all over the place. Stumbling would have been a better phrase to use. I use those thoughts of my former self to help me feel safe, but when I really think about those nights I realize, I wasn't any safer, just a whole lot stupider. (Yes, I am aware that I just said stupider.)

I have a bad case of writer's block. Constipation of the brain. I push and strain and nothing comes out, so I relax and try to just let it happen and still nothing.I know there are plenty of stories to be written and pain to be parlayed from the last moth alone but I can't seem to find them. Maybe they are just still too close.

Here we go again!

This is for me. Thoughts, words, sillines, videos, you name it. This is for you and for us. So, let's go!