I had a topic all queued up to discuss but then I forgot it. I wasn’t near a pen when I dreamed it up, and given my present level of fatigue, I had little chance of actually remembering it long enough to write it down. All this is to say that I have very little to say. Call it a cyclical brown out–the dulling and misfiring of neurons centered around creative brain activity.
Some Thoughts:
- Every time I flirt with the idea of quitting writing I am instantly made aware of the impact it has on my life and spirit. Hell, I have the pen to prove it.
- I’m at that point where I am bombarded by waves of negativity every single night. There is no value in responding and no value in just taking it on the chin. Is there a third option?
- Summer is around the corner…. just in time.
- If I hear one more story about an AZ person who we should all care about because he showed up on TV…. This didn’t happen in NYC.