Thursday, December 27, 2012
Grey Skies in the Morn'...
But beyond the weather, those old familiar bouts of fear have been creeping up and last night they got the best of me. I keep fighting the good fight. I blog and I read. But something keeps me from sitting down in a chair at night and writing the good stuff and any writer knows what I'm talking about - the toe-curling, knuckle biting, tough stuff that you don't want to write about. It was only weeks ago that I wrote about Resistance: The Enemy Within. And last night, it won as I found myself throwing one hell of a pity party. I have learned this one thing, everything sounds more dramatic when you throw in your age if you are over the age of 30. Does this mean it is more dramatic? No. It just really gives it that "No Hope" punch.
But, alas, it's a new day, albeit a shitty one and my hands are raw from the cold, my lips chapped. I am back at work, in front of a computer, still trying to fight the good fight. Someone once told me you can start your day over at any time. Here we go, 10:30 in the morning. It's just you and me.