Honey, I’m home. Wait, what? I’m here and starting to get back in the groove of life. My muse is still playing hide and seek. She’s like a fairy flitting in and out, tempting me with a word here and there. I’m pretty sure she’s waiting for warm weather to get here and stay so she can camp out in the back yard and work on her tan.
Confession: I almost wrote the post that said it was time to stop blogging a few months ago. I have been doing this since 2002 and feeling worn. Writing is only a small portion of what makes a blog and the rest was weighing on me. I’m a writer, and I’m afraid if I were to let it all hang out like I would like to on here, well, you would all hate me. You see, my sense of humor, at times, is more warped than a cast iron pan left in the rain. It’s a fine line to walk.
All of that being said, I’ve decided to loosen up a bit on here. I’m not going to run you off, because I’m sure if I were coming close, you would tell me. It’s time.
In the mean time, which WordPress just decided to auto correct to “emanating” I’ll be starting to write again. Getting into the groove, as it were. Not like Madonna, but as she is my current ear worm after typing that sentence, it means I must share gratuitous 80’s music.