Really I’m Not Ignoring You


I can feel your staring eyes through the Internet waves saying “I WILL NOT BE IGNORED.” Well before you boil a bunny here I am.

Did you have a Yankee Doddle Dandy weekend? I did. I’ve been working on my Fringe show and am still doing so — at home on a day of vacation. It is coming along well. In fact I may have more material and will have to cut so that’s always good news. I’m hoping my friend Dean Johnson will be in the show to provide some nice musical breaks. He is checking his work schedule and will let me know. If not, I may have to do all the singing — no I didn’t mean that (oh oh this could dwindle the number of people attending).

This is my favorite part about writing, when I get past the “I don’t know what to say” hole into the “I can’t stop writing” arena and I go on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on…

Okay, you get the point. So, as with most things, it’s not the task (in this case writing) that’s so hard it’s the starting and the finishing – completing the task. Oh if you only knew how many half-written plays, stories, articles, columns, I have. I now call in the Palin Syndrome — you know you start something (like being governor of a state) and then a shiny object (like money and fame) comes along and you decide to stop before you have finished. I must fight the Palin Syndrome before I too am driving around the country aimlessly. Pray for me.