It has been awhile since I've sat down and written anything longer than a status update or twit (a term I use instead of "tweet", referring to the brief Twitter posts); a letter or three to my older brother, an press release here and there or a short blog post over on my Scouting blog are about the limit of my writing, and that is not really acceptable of myself. Since childhood I've been a writer, one with a tendency to mimic the style of other, better writers, longing to find my own voice, but a writer nonetheless; chronicling the events and experiences of my life, describing and judging the world around me and those in it. However, for the last few decades my mind has been too frazzled, stretched too thin as I have tried to deal with personal disabilities caused by injuries incurred after my time in Europe; a brain doing the best it can to keep itself together amidst being an active parent and trying to give back to my community, to leave a legacy for my children, and for others, of being an advocate for youth, for the disadvantaged, for our elders, for our veterans, for the lost ones needing a light in their dark worlds. My job of being a parent, the only job I have ever had that really mattered at all, is most important and my focus has had to be in their best interest. Food, shelter, clothing were first and foremost and then everything else that comes with raising children in the 21st Century, which is expensive no matter how you slice it. But soon our youngest will be ready to leave the nest and then, perhaps there will be an easing on the grey matter, my nerves may relax, maybe soon I will be able to sit at my keyboard and hammer out one of dozens of novel outlines that have been stewing in my vaults. Knowing myself, I doubt it, but we will have to see. Even this piece, another blog post, will only amount to a few hundred words of disco jointed thoughts and tangents that, hopefully, will bring you, faithful reader, to the conclusion of, which is close, hang on...a conclusion and ending as we wait to check out the meteor shower. My youngest, feeling the effects of allergens and not well, and I, along with my wife, are going to check them out tonight. We've tried in the past but overcast nights and over sleeping have prevented us, more excuses like mine for a lack of writing, however tonight, as my babies are close to leaving me and Wifey with an empty nest, we are going to watch the shooting stars. Good night folks.
