It's been awhile.
It's been awhile. Too long. Too short. In all reality, probably more of just what I needed. Since 1 May I spent around 22 nights in my bed, and not consecutively. Oiy vey, I know. So, in light of that . . . here's a momentary catch up on how I found a way past the long and painful writer's block. I have to say, when you write as much as I do and the words refuse to come . . . it is a painful stagnation, like being suspended in mid flight with the awestruck wonder of starring at an expansive world and a gut wrenching fear as the tension isn't meant to be stationary . . . too long and you'll snap, to never return from the motley flight of dreams, death, and a sliver of deafening reality filled with angst and self loathing. So, I finally wrote again. Passionate, funny, and filled from my core. Damn. Damn, what a sweet release. Along the way there, I meandered Turkey for two glorious weeks in May. My presentation was stellar, as ...