SEASON TWO

I'm trying very hard not to think about just who's going to read this, or why that even matters. Writing directly onto the internet kinda gives me the hives. For the longest time I lost my password and couldn't even remember my screenname and it has kept me away for the longest time. I guess these are the breaks for a blog called The Writer's Block.

But right now, I'm sipping Theraflu from my favorite purple mug and waiting for my Marie Callendar's Turkey Pot Pie to cool from the oven and I've grown weary of the Facebook scene.

I've looked over my writing on here from the past season, and wish to holy God I could erase half the crap I've just thrown out there. I do worry about who reads my writing. I can't just be some flippant prick who spouts off at the cuff just to garner attention. There's too much going on, and I'm a writer. Maybe not a novel writer, or a journalist or even a paid screenwriter. But the shit that's on my mind... If you only knew. If you only knew.

I guess that's what my Second season is going to be about. I'm going to put it out there. Right there on the internet and everything. The Good, the bad, the indifferent. If you want to read it. Fine, take the valuable time out of your ever busy day and read. Don't do it for me. Dear God, please don't do it for me. Do it for yourself. And however it slants you, go and run with it. Make it a part of you day. I'm just a writer, man. And I'm just doing the best that I can with something as ridiculous sounding as a "Blog". I will continue to learn. I will do the work. And I will write for whoever reads.