Creativity.

To the two or three of you out there still keeping up on this sad excuse for a blog, I apologize. I'm not sure what's wrong with me - I've had plenty of interesting things to write about, but no more than a thin fog of words to commit to electrons. I've got four drafts started, none with more than a sentence or two and nowhere to go.

I'm guarded with my thoughts and feelings right now, like they're a nut I need to stash away in order to survive. I've been wanting to vent, but the time or circumstances just never feel right.

Is it bad that I'm just now mixing my first drink of the evening, at nine minutes after midnight on a Tuesday? Is it worse that I'm drinking a White Russian out of a frosty beer mug because I'm too lazy to go get some ice? Hmm. If I did this more often, I might resemble a drinking problem.

Photographer Robert Capa once said: "If your pictures aren't good enough, you're not close enough." I suspect that can apply to me and this blog, too. The writing here is not good enough because I'm not letting myself get close enough.