Purge and discuss
Last night I sat out back with the wife drinking Cadillac margaritas and deconstructing our life heretofore. Over three hours and a couple of drinks, we talked family, addiction, and the future. With about 15 minutes left in the discussion, I admitted something to her.
“I’ve forgotten how to write,” I said.
It’s not writer’s block. I have plenty of good ideas. I simply can’t string two sentences together in a way that is even mildly inspiring or interesting. She suggested a week-long retreat. I almost left for Key West this morning, and then didn’t. Seems silly to take a retreat to do something you’ve forgotten how to do.
Instead, I’m going to spend ten minutes clearing out my notes and start fresh tomorrow. Here are the things I’m not going to write about.
1–My boy dreaming like his daddy at Guitar Center
2–Another neighborhood improvement: Anarchy!
3–Spike hyzer: A disc golf shot that spiked harder than intended
4–Stewie the Easter Egg
5–Frank Pepe’s boy: the guy who made my pie last week
6–Holy hail: the giant hail that fell on my house
7–good couple hours of work At Mohegan Sun
8–Pai Gow Poker with Todd Todderson
9–Scotty Nguyen, WSOP champion, bar sheriff