Dry Spell

My well has become dry and I'm in need of a monsoon. Figertively and not literally. However, it has been raining off and on, non-stop literally as if DC has become the new Seattle. However, what I'm really talking about is my writing. I have these urgest to write, mostly in my blog, and few other times just creatively, but what can I say?

I have become a slave to my distractions.

Actually, what I eventually want to say on these virtual pages comes and goes. I'll start, but don't finish, or it's basically a fleeting thought. Though I love my Vox blog, I've grown uncomfortable within its space. Been this way for a long while.

I've been spending time trying to work on my "dot.com blog/site," but me doing a lot of the technical stuff the "self taught" way is a challenge and a bit frustrating, especially when you realize that the server you are trying to connect to can't communicate cause your system is delivering a non-workable IP Address.

I did manage to do some creative stuff. I recently submitted a short story for another anthology inclusion. To be exact, it was two shoter stories I wrote a few years ago. I basically morphed it into one story by deleting some things, editing a few lines and adding a bit more substance to link the two stories.

Journalistically I'm working on two things. One is an article on a underrated soul singer for an online music publication. The other for the news wire service with the topic of AIDS. Luckily there is no real deadline with this, as it has been a challenge to follow up with my sources. Still, I want to have this done as soon as possible, in a timely manner.

I was once told that it is a sad day when I decide to put down the pen. Well.. it's not that I put the pen down. My heart is in it, but my head.......