I regret the paucity of posts lately. It’s not that I don’t have things I want to write about (whether I actually have anything to say is entirely your call, gentle readers), but as of late time and energy are not my allies. This madcap carefree existence can be such a consuming beast.
I’ve found myself developing the habit of whenever whatever gray matter I have in a functional state comes up with that which makes a lightbulb magically appear above my head immediately grabbing my semi-trusty iPhone, opening the Notes application and… um, making a note of the idea. Otherwise it’s guaranteed to be gone as swiftly as it arrived. I used to have a mind like a steel trap. Alas, as of late it seems to have developed a thick coat of rust. And without a can of mental WD–40 to be found.
Snarkiness aside, lately I’ve learned a valuable lesson. I cherish the ability to write, however modest mine may be. Running alongside this is the realization of how I need to discipline myself and, to borrow a phrase from Bono, not let the bastards grind me down. There is work to to do here, at the Examiner and with the new book project. I can’t let “them” distract, discourage or disillusion me. Ever.
Pray for me that I won’t. Thanks.
ADDENDUM: Lest there be misinterpretation, I am not referring to the day job in the above.
