It's almost a quarter after 2 on a Sunday night and I can't sleep.
I'm trying to respark my creative fires but life has a funny way of keeping a man's goals from happening sometimes.
In my sleep deprived frustration I found this just now.
I've been battling writer's block for roughly 208 days, 5 hours, 44 minutes (based on the last update on any of my "work").
Maybe pointing out such things is an exercise in futility and only fueling my "issues" or maybe its just the result of too much stress and too little sleep/relaxation finally getting to this fella.
All I know for certain is that not being able to write anything beyond the occasional blog (like this one here) is far from the satisfying writing "career" I'm hoping to once obtain.
But it might make for good reading because after all this is a blog that is as much about my setbacks as it is about my successes as I hunt that elusive thing known as my version of the American Dream.
Here's hoping for a brighter tomorrow.
