Reviving the Dead

It's tough to come back to this blog after a more than five month hiatus. Not that I had planned it that way, believe me. But sometimes, things--lives--get in the way. And for all the talk about how solitary a career it is to write, or to be a writer, or to want to be successful enough at it to pay the bills and go to the Bahamas at will, well, it's true. No one but me really has what I have at stake in nailing writing to the door of my life. It still riles the little minions who plan my schedule. They say things like, "Oh, well, we'll take care of that little thing. How about a sizable smack of classwork? Or maybe a personal meltdown of some kind? You want to write? Yeah, yeah. Tell me another good one. How about another visit from your Noonday Demon? She hasn't seen you since .... hmmm .... July. Yeah. July. One month BEFORE your last post. It's about time, ain't it?"

No. It isn't.

Summoning what I can only call "the will to write" and to keep on doing it in the face of a void is tough. But that's exactly how it works. So, here I am. Back from the void. The same one I wrote about months and months ago, it turns out, while I was musing about creating in a vaccuum. Might as well be a Hoover. I could use a Eureka.

Is the corpse cold? Yes. Is it breathing? Yes, barely. Has there been irreversible brain damamge? I don't know. You'll have to stick around and see, I guess--right along with me.