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Reports of My Death

As the great Mark Twain once said “The reports of my death are greatly exaggerated.” I’ve been in a space where my thoughts weren’t fit for public consumption, in my opinion anyway.

I finally decided in hindsight that I had the flu. According to the CDC websites the main way to know if you have the flu or just a common cold is sudden onset. Well yeah! I define sudden onset as one minute you’re sipping martinis watching the sun set and an hour later you’re in an ambulance heading to the hospital. Kind of a rip off from mother nature. I think it should depart as rapidly as it came on, not drag out for weeks!

The most annoying part of this whole adventure was the complete brain freeze. I was going through snippets of things written over the past few weeks yesterday and have no recollection of writing them. I even did a few web searches of key words and phrases to see if it wasn’t something I wrote but copied for some reason. They sounded like things I’d say when in a really bitchy mood or way past the legal limit on alcohol. I’m glad I didn’t post them. Some things are better left unsaid or at least unsaid in a public forum.

Something that happened unheralded in December was the 3rd year anniversary of this blog. I can’t believe 3 years have passed since my first tentative “hello world.” It’s been a lot of fun and an ongoing learning experience.

One of the things that’s been torturing me is the “am I really a writer?” question. I got help on that score from an unexpected place. I was sitting there in a fog watching “Sister Act 2, Back in the Habit” and Whoopie said something to a young girl who could sing well but had doubts if that’s what she was supposed to do. Something to the effect of “Girl, if you wake up in the morning and the first thing you think about is singing, then you’re supposed to be a singer. That’s what you are meant to be.”

Well the first thing I think about in the morning, other that coffee, and the main thing I think about when I don’t have to be thinking about something else is writing. So like it or not I’m a writer. Fortunately I do like it.

Over the past 3 years I’ve watched other bloggers start and grow and go on to do fabulous things. Some have published books, stories, turned their blogs into a beehive of activity. My hat is off to all of you bloggers out there and your commitment to something that most people just don’t get. My blog seems to be putting along, but that’s OK. I love doing it and I’m going to continue.

Love to all of you. You’ll be hearing more from me as my brain gradually slips back into gear.

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