Upon further reflection...

You know, I sat down to type up a little something for y’all the other day and I just drew an enormous blank. I really had nothing to say. And rather than leave you with complete and utter dreck, I figured I would listen (for once) to that old chestnut ‘silence is golden’. But then I started to wonder if I was truly out of something interesting to say, which was somewhat depressing since I had recently become inspired to try and actually do a little quote-unquote real writing. Then, today, I was thinking about some stuff that happened to me a long time ago. And I was like “Wow! My life is a wealth of personal pain, bitchy snipes, inappropriate stories, and other piquant observations. It’s really an embarrassment of riches.” And further, I remembered my quasi-commonplace book: a little memo I keep on my Palm for sort of story ideas. You know, things that I see or think of at times when I can’t just plop down and bang out a few paragraphs for you, my devoted readers. Now, I don’t want to promise big to you, especially since I have a ton of shit coming down the pike at this particular moment. Apart from the holidays, I have meetings, the architect delivered my plans so I will soon begin construction, I am going up to Tallahassee for a few days around my birthday (36x30 in pants, medium/large in shirts, and any size cash always fits), and I also have a visitor coming soon. But, just know that I am still out there, lying in wait, tumbling the raw stones of ideas in the lapidary of my mind. Ick. Maybe I should start with a metaphor/simile workshop. Anyway. Kisses to you all!