Episode V: The Muses Strikes Back
So, here I am, 3:07 in the freaking a.m. and I am blogging.
After a nearly four month break I finally find the time and energy and will power to go back to the keyboard and be pushed by the Muse to write again.
I guess I owe it to a random checking of web sites I go to, and how I saw one bloggers amazement at how I read and remarked about her work.
As a fellow fledgeling writer, I could appreciate how she felt. So to the lady, you are most certainly welcome.
Now, it also dawned on me why the heck am I not blogging anymore? I read through some of my old work out in blogspot land, and I noticed reading from it now, I did not do too badly.
Noticed a few typographical errors here and there, some structure and composition mistakes that could have been better done, but over all, I did not feel like the stuff there was a total cluster-muck.
I just remembered I missed writing. Seeing your thoughts crystallized into printed form was, no, is still such a great feeling, even here in the two-bit, wanna-be-hack world of blogging. In the words of the Road Warrior Hawk " Whaaaattttaaaa rrrrruuuussssssshhhhhh !!! "
Mucked up interface with friendster or type pad mobile email/moblogging not withstanding, I really need to do this more often.
I mean, the world will not just create autonomously the biased, half-rambling, vitriolic & self-deluded verse that is my " Tri-State Tales With A Tinge of Patis " masterpiece by itself, would it ?
I owe it the the world. Or that is what I am telling myself in a dazed fog typing at three thirty eight freaking a.m.
Here we go!
