Sorry for the lack of real blog updates yesterday. I’ve been phoning it in lately and I know it. Just not feeling it right now.
It’s not that I don’t have anything to say. It’s just that I’m not sure if I want to write it.
Things are great on the home front. The baby only woke one time two nights ago and only twice last night. That is truly amazing news. He is only a little less than three months old after all. It took our daughter a year to sleep this well. Before that, she was doing the every two hour thing. Anyhow, I hope this unexpected rest lasts.
What has really been dragging me down is the politics stuff. These are the things that gnaw at my stomach and I’m not sure I even want to talk about them. These topics include the fact that the US tortured people (and some choose to defend it to this day), rising gas prices, and the real chance we could get legitimate change in our health care system (if only the will of the people can win out over the will of the health insurance companies and their representatives in our government).
I could really write a post about all these things, but I just can’t summon the energy to do so. First of all, there are plenty of others who can talk much better than I about these topics. Secondly, I’d rather try to summon my energy toward my fiction. Any of you have any thoughts on these things, I’d be happy to hear them.
So, that’s where I am. Things are well, but nothing amazingly exciting is happening. Thanks again for reading.
The Struggling Writer 