It started out as a little time off. I have managed to acquire a number of consulting and part time jobs — and something (or in this case, a number of somethings) is definitely better than nothing, so I have jumped into all opportunities at full tilt. And I wasn’t sitting around thinking, “Gee, what should I write about today?”
But then I got into over-thinking. I didn’t want to go negative and share my frustration and disgust as I watched politicians and pundits haggle over what should happen with the economy, the pile of Republican wanna-be’s who think they can do better, or the stock market’s latest roller coaster ride. Maybe I was succumbing to Flower’s maxim to Bambi: “If you can’t somethin’ nice, don’t say nothin’ at all.” Or maybe I wanted to appear upbeat and cheerful — which is my usual persona — even though the State of Affairs in the world made me ill.
And then I got back into the “what do I have to say to the world” mindset that has caught me at various times and silenced me — at least in print. It was my friend, Sally, who pushed me into this arena a year and a half ago; now I need to push myself back out and emerge from the long sleep to reclaim the voice that went to sleep for a while. I always go back to that quote, attributed to Gene Fowler: “Writing is easy: All you do is sit staring at a blank sheet of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead.”
There’s no blood dripping onto the keys at the moment. Just fingers flying and brain firing on all cylinders, words translated into finger motion, and thoughts coming forward once again. The genie’s back out of the bottle, folks. Comin’ at you!