Life interrupts. Sometimes even your best creative intentions can be slapped into cowering submission, one bad turn on the chin getting countered by another until the next thing you’re clutching the edge of the well begging for the cold lady luck to change. She’s a fickle bitch, the lady. Likes to scrape her manicured nails against your bones and she coos while she pinches your squirming neck. Take her to dinner and she’ll throw salt in your drink and take two busboys in the back for a thrill. On the writing front I was percolating for a while there, keeping things dedicated, getting the word count in, wrestling with this long piece I’ve been working on (dare I call it a novel?), toying with some new ideas, short stories. Then, wham. Stinging blows of distraction, illness, and wheelbarrows of bullshit. A total blackout for days. But, then levity, like a slit of sunshine breaking on the horizon. I got to thinking these blackouts happen, so friggin’ what? Move on. Breaks can leave you energized. How about you?
And now, your moment of coolness….