Twitter is celebrating its 10th anniversary today, which means that it’s been alive for about half of my writing career. How crazy is that? The writers of my generation have only had the ability to use Twitter for a decade, … Continue reading
Sometimes I just stare at the wall
Asking it to give me a sign.
I don’t know what I’m looking for,
Maybe I’m just wasting time.
I’ve got a hard drive full of dreams
And all the paper a writer needs,
But when the words don’t come out right,
I may as well just call it a night
And say let the whiskey flow
Right down my parched throat,
Maybe somewhere down there
It’ll find where all the words go
And when I’m good and wasted,
I won’t have to wonder when
Cause I’ll know when I taste it
Like the bottom of a fine tequila,
I’ll hit the rock of my great idea!