I’ve been thinking about writing and producing another blog lately? But, as for topic and concept, I’ve had a few ideas floating around and haven’t given them much thought – but, those ideas are in the works, lurking to be brought to life.
My routine is simple – burning the midnight oil, where much of my writing and blogging takes place, while the world sleeps and parties on a daily and nightly basis.
It’s only a rule of thumb, “A Writer, Write’s, Always!,” as Billy Crystal’s character, “Professor Tyler” in the movie, “Throw Momma From The Train,” with Co-Star Danny Devito, would say, while giving a classroom full of aspiring writers all the elements of being a published Author, Writer and more.
However, when the elements of “Writer’s Block” starts to sink into the story – all bets are off, at least until it can be resolved. I haven’t yet cheated death with a working title in mind for the new project or should say – projects? But , I’m actually looking for some serious inspiration, that would likely generate new and loyal fans and some much-needed traffic to my blog.
I was just thinking the other day, when I decided to look for another power cord/charger replacement for the Dell Mini, I knew this was going to be another one of those new beginning’s – where, I’m back into the fold after a long hiatus away from posting new material. It was always the distractions of life that kept me away from writing and penning a perfectly sound blog for my readers and visitors alone – life’s complications, sigh…. You can’t out run them or even hide from them, they always seems to find you, no matter where you are!
It’s only the merrier, where one could swing a broomstick at a wayward bat looking to settle into some new digs – at least, this isn’t New England. It’s perfectly sound to say, it’s the Pacific Northwest, a completely different animal, as if you were living in Stephen King country, where things are more frequent and hollow with Jack riding headless down Main Street in the middle of the night – the West Coast is just the opposite with Paul Revere still being chased by British Troops, while yelping as he rides down the heavily wagon dusted roads and trails of America, “The British are coming, The British are coming,” with the only clothes he had left on his back, since he left New England on a wayward mission to save and warn the colony, where my bucket list seems to be less rampant that cranking a dynamo light into the darkness.