Have you ever sat down to write after having a wonderful idea, later to find out that it’s departed into the mists?
I hate when that happens. I sat down just now to elaborate on a terrific idea, only to find it had quietly slipped out the back. No note, no explanation, NOTHING. How rude! This is why I need to start carrying a small notebook. Capture that thought! Plug up your ears, stuff up your nose! Nothing gets out unless I say it does!
Whoa, where did that come from?
I haven’t had many thoughts that warrant a posting. Unwashed dishes and other domestic conundrums aren’t popular posting topics. I could write about my sex life…if I had one. Maybe compare the Thai restaurants in town, to see who makes the best one-star pad thai.
Yes, one star. I firmly belief that you shouldn’t have to hurt to eat good food. You shouldn’t have to endure the slow burn of Five Alarm Chilli, dip your chopsticks into Szechuan that would melt the soles of your sneakers, and liberally sprinkle those teeny-weeny chillis that make your nose run and your eyes water. Spice is for flavor, not fire.
Other than that little rant, there hasn’t been much rattling my cage. Actually, my cage hasn’t had a good rattling in a while. No tin cup running along the bars of my cell, and no light breaking on my middle-aged head.
If you arrived here looking for new material, I’m sorry to disappoint you. You can always amuse yourself by wandering through the archives. Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home. For those who enjoy witnessing a man wallowing in self pity, go back to late summer/early fall 2009. That’s when I was working through my break-up with My Love. I was at my whining best then. Those were popular in their time. There are also some “creative” writing pieces. You can find them in October and December. I also have some biographic pieces. There are stories of reflection and recollection, what I like to call “memory joggers”.
Bear with me, please.