Getting back into writing after a long layoff is like riding a bike. You’re wobbly at first, then you get stronger and steadier, and before you know it, you’re flying. Except it’s not. Because when you ride a bike, it’s the same every time you do it, and that can’t be said for writing. So that said, have a little patience until I get over being wobbly.
I must have stared at this screen for 30 minutes…so much to say, nothing to say. It’s like a bear emerging from hibernation; slightly fuzzy and confused. It’s summer, but I feel like I missed part of winter and all of Spring. Maybe it’s the onset of Alzheimer’s? Post-Covid brain freeze? I don’t know, but I hope I’m not the only person who feels like this. Plus how does one follow up the epic Jabberwocky ode that Sparky just posted? I mean, did you READ that thing? It was like Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride, with a shot of mezcal and a lighter fluid chaser. Even Blanche had to read it twice, and she’s fluent in psychedelic (or is it psychotic?) writing.
All I ask is you guys hang in with us…I promise you’ll either laugh, cry, shake your head, or nod along with us.