The thing is…I’m not really sure what I’m doing here with you. I’m not even sure what to say to you anymore. I’m not sure I can go on like this. I mean, I pour my heart out to you and all you do is sit there, saying nothing – or almost nothing.
Frankly, I feel all dried up…the proverbial writer’s block I guess is lodging itself somewhere between my skull and the extensions that press on the letters of this keyboard. I guess it was only time…or more like in my case – it is the lack of time and the pressure I put on myself to continue this relationship. Don’t get me wrong: you are still fascinating and alluring, what with your world wide web that extends far beyond my little living room and your promise to immortalize my words far beyond my years.
The thing is…I am out living life for myself and with my kids and my friends…and it is saddens me that I can’t take you along with us. I mean – I get you…but I’m not really sure every one else will.
Oh, and I also want to watch the Olympics (even though NBC and Comcast at the moment are ensuring that I don’t even get to do this…it’s a conspiracy I tell you!). And I want to read other people’s books…and maybe even start working on my own. I want to paint, and I need to get my professional life up and running as well – which is no small feat!
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Cheerio~
P.S. I know, this really doesn’t give you that much to go on…so if you need more, then be sure to read what I post on you tomorrow…
