Into the depths of my mind...

Heya all. (You know, the three of you who actually read this). 

I've been busy and out of sorts, and really not up to sharing or blogging. Then I got this video from my bud Jamie. 

When a 16 year old has this kind of clarity, you have to sit up and take notice. 


 

 Sundays are supposed to be the day of rest.  Yeah right.

My normal routine during the work week gets me up at 5:30 every day.  My day is far too full of all of the things I want and need to do, so typically I get to bed around 1am.  Yeah, not the healthiest of patterns, but after years of it I'm fairly used to it.  I seem to make up for it by sleeeping in until 9ish on weekends.

So I fell asleep on my sofa reading last night, rather than in my bead.  Besides the fact that it's a litle stupid (I have sleep apnia, and should be hooked up to my CPAP machine when I sleep) it shouldn't have been a big deal.  My wife got up at 6 to blog and let me sleep.  Somehow children know.  You think they don't, but they do...

They got up around 6:30-7:00.  Thier first entertainment? "Let's jump on daddy!" Fathers develop a danger-sence for that sort of thing.  Even in my half-asleep state I thought to cover my head.  I don't think they left any bruises, but I'm really not a morning person, so I'm grumpy.  Probably will be until I get a few doses of caffiene in me.  Life would be easier (or at least cheaper) if I could stand the taste of coffee.

So while I'm laying on the couch, awake, but wishing I wasn't, I was struck by a thought.

"Why not do something to get yourself going.  Something creative to get your brain going?"

This struck me as something to make out of early Sunday mornings.  My biggest problem with writing has been the buckle-down-an-do-it phase.  i have have written out story and novel ideas sitting in a folder on my computer, some of which go back 10+ years.  Yet since my wife really helped m focus and start writing seriously 9 years ago, I've only managed to push out 4.75 novels, and the .75 has been lost to a computer crash other than a couple chapters that were recently found on a forgotten hard drive.

So I guess that's what a blog is to me.  A place to focus.  A place to spit the words in my head out and get the brain running.  A place where I can knock off the dust and cobwebs and rev the engine up.

I'm not a linear thinker.  I think this post is a good display of that.  But I am a object of momentum.  I think the more I write here, even if it is meaningless rambling that nobody can follow but me, it will get the clutter out and let m tell the stories I have trapped in my mental attic.  Here's hoping.