Don't Call It A Comeback - PLEASE!

It has been over 2 months since my last post. How sad.

I had planned on giving my 100th post some time to bask on its own, giving me a chance to relish the accomplishment and to reward myself with a little break of sorts. A day or two, maybe a week tops.

But 2 freaking months?!?

In the words of my deceased little buddy Vizzini from the Princess Bride, "Inconceivable!"

But alas, it happened. Why exactly? I am not sure. I still like to write. I still like people enjoying what I write. Maybe it was that I had used up all my good material and that I felt that writing about seeing a picture of Elvis in a pile of dog droppings wouldn't be as humourous as I thought it was. (It was the younger Elvis, not the older, pudgy looking one to all of those that were curious - I know you are out there.)

Then a realization hit me. Do all of my posts have to be funny? No. What can't I just write what I feel and let the cards fall where they may? When I started this blog, it was solely for the purpose of putting my thoughts on "paper" so to speak. Somewhere along the line I felt that if what I had to say didn't make everyone double over in laughter, it wasn't worth writing at all.

That is wrong. Writing...anything is better than nothing.

So I am writing again and I hope you will read. Some of what I write you may enjoy, some you may find as boring as watching a Behind The Music documentary on Lawrence Welk. I am hoping on more of the former and less of the latter, but with me you never can tell.

But make no mistake, I will be writing...

...something.