My plan was to make my fingers bleed while away on vacation. I even brought along every possible tool I’d need to get in the zone and stay in the zone. With this mentality, I should have drafted four blog posts, roughed out two short stories, and written an epic novel by the time I got home.
I returned with no more than a handful of pathetic journal entries scribbled into my craving Moleskin.
It is hard to explain. I think I just got lazy and opted to sit on the porch and stare out into the wilderness. Other times I opted to go fish just a little more. None of this was a conscious decision. I never thought I should be back at the cabin writing. I just did the next thing that stumbled in my path.

So I will once again try to be more regular. To be more consistent. Wait, I think I’ve posted this type of rant before. Perhaps after another unexcused absence?
Well shucks. Never mind.
Run in Peace, Rest in Grace