New beginnings. Again.

So I started actually writing with a purpose again. I was knee-deep into a book a few years ago when disaster struck in the form of a breakup. Well, I thought the world had ended and I pushed all that "crap" aside. Well, I guess part of it did end. 6 years is a long time to say goodbye to. But, older and wiser, I kick myself painfully in the ass. I am no terrific writer (I think), but I would have loved to have held onto some of that. So here I go again. I have a regular journal I keep fairly updated. And I have this blog. Now I have a "book". I think the trick is to dumb it down and not make it too prevalent that it actually has to be something in particular. Yeah, lemme hang onto that notion.

So I have all this damn laundry to fold and a small sinkful of dishes that need done tonight. Ugh. The little things kick my ass. I hate dishes. If I didn't have so many neat ones and such a terrific memory that binds possessions to events, I would toss a lot of them. But the reward is what is driving me. Well, rewardS. Clean stuff, and I'll feel legitimate in my desire to go and and meet some people at the Wayfarer. One is a terrific engineer I know through work who I recently saw at "m cle bar and we started talking Jeeps. How terrific. Guinness, Jeep talk, live music, and some beauties to enamour me. That is a sweet, sweet night. If only this engineer was female.

OK, you mad, mad citizens of this planet; I must go surrender to my domestic fate and become a hero in my world. At least that makes dishes sound important. And if you think of it in time, maybe an aboriginal romance ceremony in my honor would be appropriate. With a few horror stories of late, and a few mediocre dates, I could really use something special. With red hair, preferably. :)

-Rich