It’s been an embarrassingly long time since I’ve written anything. Not just on this blog (cough, October 2009, cough), but in all realms. I haven’t been able to find my words. For someone who’d rather write down everything than attempt to say it, this is devastating. I stare at my notebooks; filled with years of musings on heartbreak, confusion, love, self-aggrandizement, self-deprecation, dreams and desires; and I wonder why I can’t seem to open a fresh page. Or ready a thought for print.
After a solid year’s worth of actively trying to get my shit together (pardon my shit), I’m inclined to think I’m ready to start inking up some pages and providing the internet with a few of my brain sparks.
I’ll be back later to talk about why Brett Favre won’t go away.