Writing....

Coffee and white gravy rush through my veins and feed the thoughts in my groggy head. Its Friday morning. I haven't slept much and here I sit drinking black tar, digesting my biscuits and trying to write something eloquent. However, it seems I haven't got it in me this August morning. Too many things on my mind? Not enough? Maybe just one? Who knows...

Hell... maybe its the heat.

I write and delete a lot. Just now I have started three different blog entries and deleted each one in its entirety. Maybe I should start putting pen to paper instead of fingers to keyboard. It would surely preserve whatever horrible first paragraphs I write. Then I could compile them.... keep a list of sorts to read through when I can't figure out what to write. It would, at least, keep me from starting something I couldn't finish in the past.