I write, therefore I am

Do you have any idea how hard it is to write? I’m sure some of you do. The ideas are playing out like a movie in my head. I can see them very well. They’re there, it’s just so hard to abstract them into words and sentences in the right order.

So I write Christmas cards. I answer email.

I blog.

Wait. Blogging is like writing, huh. Something like writing. Yeah. So is answering email. And writing Christmas cards.

It’s like it’s hunting me down.

We’ve got a fire in the fireplace tonight, and I’m not in the room where it’s blazing. I’m here, sitting at my computer, typing in more words.

That’s it. Wall has been hit.

Pajamas await.