What takes a-hold of us and flushes our strength down the toilet? I wake up and I’m 52 and sitting on my ass instead of writing with all my strength. WOW! This is painful. I was in Bashas’ the other day and a local friend asked me what I was up to. I told him I had been writing. I’d like to say that is true but it’s a bald face lie. It’s been a few months since I’ve done any real work. It dawns on me as I write this, what purpose does this self-revelation serve? I want to wake up the writer… that’s it. I know he’s asleep and hope that by pointing out his weakness I’ll somehow be forced into waking him up.
Stay tuned kids for the future adventures of the writer known as Mad Coyote Joe