I posted to the other blog that I have. It was the first time in 16 months. Who cares, right?
But: With that blog: I had been bloggin on that one since 2002.
I don’t know. The urge to write comes and it goes. It always crops up…eventually… I have a bunch of brief biographies printed on small slips of paper. I tucked them into my wallet. Sometimes I put them in those gas pump brochure holders. Or I tuck them into a book in Barnes and Noble. Or just wherever.
It’s the urge to…not only…write stuff…it’s also the urge to have somebody see it. Perverted. Or somethin. Or, maybe it’s normal. Read my stuff mufuckas!