In my defense, I've had a lot going on in the last year, and to be honest, I've been writing more lately; I've just been more focused on fiction and it's not really blog material.
I had an interesting thing happen recently. I've mentioned that I live in my Dad's house these days. He owns an old portable manual typewriter. It's contained in a suitcase like container with a handle and all. He used to type my term papers for me on them in high school. Kids, this was long before the average person owned a computer. Even at that, an electric typewriter would've been an easier tool, but my dad plugged away on this thing. Eventually I learned to type for myself.
I digress. One morning, in the wee hours, I woke up to go to the bathroom. As I got out of bed, my foot hit something.
Ladies and gentlemen, I kid you not: this antique typewriter was sitting on top of my blankets. I can only think of one other time in my life I walked in my sleep, so the fact that I got out of bed, went to another room of the house, and brought this thing back to bed with me feels significant. I was pretty puzzled, to say the least, but I put it on the floor and went back to bed.
Thinking about it for a couple of hours after waking up, the only conclusion I could come to was that my subconscious mind was trying to give my conscious brain a kick in the mental ass and tell it to
WRITE MORE
So, that's what I've been trying to do. Write more. Like I said, I've been working on a few things. Some fiction, some semi-autobiographical stuff. But I realized I'd been neglecting the blog, and I used to enjoy writing it. So, this is me, writing more.
Think I can still find ribbon for that old Royal?
Think I can still find ribbon for that old Royal?
