Oh I've been around, lurking in my favorite places, commenting, and basically doing my best to support others efforts, but nothing of my own.
All day today I thought about how I really needed to write something, but while I'm riding in the car, I come up with all of these brilliant and Witty things to say. And yet when I get home my mind is void. Nothing!
I wonder how people who write books get motivated?
Nora Roberts sometimes knocks out two novels a year. WTF?
Then I went over to the "Unlikely Soldier" blog and BAM, there it was.
Why should I give a crap about whether I write every day or every week, or once a month?
Why?
This more a therapeutic exercise for me.
It's not to make anyone else feel good.
It's to let me get my emotions out.
While I honestly want to help others in the same situation as me, I am not going to pressure myself into it.
So there it is.
While I appreciate the friends I've made here, I'm not going to pressure myself to write something interesting on a regular basis.
If the inspiration comes I'll write, if not, I won't.
If anyone wants to reach me, my email is in my profile for all to see.
I PROMISE I'll ANSWER. (GD caps lock) I'm not going to erase and do over....
Wow that feels great.
I'm no longer a hostage to that little compulsion!!
Anyway, that's the way it is.
Oh ya, Excuses.
They're like assholes.
Everyone has one.
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Heard from Matt today,
first time in ten days.
The FOB has become over crowded. Long waiting lines to get on the computer, and a half hour time slot once they do.
They've been busy, and out for two to three days at a time.
There moving soon.
Things should be less crowded, so he should be able to get in touch more frequently.
He probably won't.
But that's our Matt.
We wouldn't have him any other way..
