It's Friday afternoon here. I'm home, sipping a beer, enjoying some downtime.
It rained all week, so it was a surprise to wake this morning and find the sky clear, the distant line of mountains visible, and the air cool--like a forest when there is no wind. Driving in, I found I was humming to myself--no tune in particular--but happy with the sun and shade, and my lot in life.
It's been a week now that I've been back to posting on this blog. It feels pretty good to have once again found my rhythm. In fact, there's a little part of me that marvels frankly that I was able to go so long without it. It's ineffable, but hanging out here with you all in this thing called the blogosphere makes a real difference, at least to me.
Basically, I still got the writing fever--the one I caught late last year in Baghdad. There was a moment or two late this summer, when I hadn't posted in ages and hadn't written a word on my WIP or on any of my short stories, where I wondered if I had gotten "over" my sickness. I puzzled at the symptoms, speculated that maybe this whole writing thing was a passing fancy, a lark, an experiment. Maybe writing fiction was an avocation that looked inviting when living in a desert far away from home, but not an endeavor essential to an easy, well-defined life among family and friends and responsibilities. Maybe I was no longer "sick" to write at all.
Being back has told me exactly the opposite. I still got the fever--and it's not going anywhere soon. Yeah, it's morphed some, mutated, transformed into an illness a little less desperate and a lot more grounded, but I still feel a deep affection when I read a new novel, and I still drive home of an afternoon thinking on how to solve a particular plot or character-related dilemma, only to arrive at my front door having no clue or memory how I got there. (Gawd, I really love that!).
No, in a word, the prognosis is bad--uh, er, good! I got a fever, and the only prescription is more writing!
Since I totally lifted that line, and since I want to send you off to the weekend in a good mood, I now present the comic stylings of Christopher Walken and Will Farrell! Enjoy the video, and have a great a groovy one!
I can hear it now, me sayin': "Yeah, but when I put my pants on, I write blockbuster novels!" :P