Once Upon a Time.....

....I was a blogger. And then I stopped. I didn't really have a good reason, I just didn't have it in me anymore. A friend of mine had recently died and I was kind of struggling through the grief. A couple of days after his passing I sat down to write a tribute to him. I thought that it would be difficult but the words just poured out and it seemed to be the fastest thing I'd ever written.

Anyone that knows me well will tell you my fave short story is The Swimmer by John Cheever. Mr. Cheever once said that he never wrote quickly. His writings were a series of revisions and edits. He sat down one day and wrote The Swimmer; the story just poured out of him and when he was done he was spent. It took months for him to write anything else. That's how I felt after Woody died. Like I poured everything I had into his tribute and when I was done I was literally done.

And people would ask why I'd stopped blogging but I didn't really have a good answer other than writer's block. It just lost it's appeal.

And although I wouldn't fully say that I'm back to blogging on a regular basis I will say that I have a lot of things to get off my chest. A lot of things I want to talk about and work through. And I can't think of a more perfect place.