I don't know the first thing about blogs except that I read them. A lot of them, in fact. It helps that I love to read, am a hopeless insomniac so have a lot of long nights on my hands and everyone generally fascinates me.
People have been asking me to write a blog for a long time but I've really been wondering if the world needs more of me. I'm not one of those people who needs to get in touch with my feelings. To tell the truth, I should really push a lot of those feelings out the passenger door of a getaway car on a lost lonely highway and make a run for it because those feelings are shared with everyone and everything and like a wriggly puppy can be delightful at first but can quickly degenerate into people running around screaming, Okay...who fed the puppy crayons? Oh GOD! Who let the puppy get into my slippers? Aww dammit..the puppy is pissing all over my pants...well..you get the idea. I got feelings. Those feelings got feelings.
Add to that an anxiety issue that includes something called 'racing thoughts', narcissism and a self-awareness that can only be cultivated through years of navel gazing and having my head far up my ass but hey, at least I can feel it!
So my Fiction Writing for Dummys (not its real name but I have that too) strongly suggests that I write a journal or blog for a few minutes each day to get the creative juices flowing and after much debate and deliberation with some colleagues *cough* friends who also have blogs, I decided to take a shot.
I think I'll start with a shot of Pinnacle Whipped Cream vodka. It's smooth. It's sweet--oh back to the blog-- Here's the thing: I don't have a problem with creative juices. Of any kind. My issue is focus. I have a lot of shit to say but but have the attention span of a cat. I don't go on tangents. I go on thought-safaris.
Well. It's a start. Cheers.