Still Alive

What? Yes. I'm still around, still doing things and still amazed at the world around me. At times it seems to be an unrelenting whirlwind, a merry-go-round I can't get off of, and at other times it seems to be a single instant forever frozen in time.

In any regard, I have the slightest wish and want to get back into writing, but for the life of me I can't think of what I'd be writing about if I did. A blog is a place for capturing thoughts and ideas, and to be fair, Twitter and Facebook are great at stealing the spark in the moment that would otherwise become a full-fledged blog post about how much I hate standing in line at the Post Office or such.

The best writing comes from isolation, when you don't have any bars and you can't tweet and you can't upload and your only choice is to either whip out a notebook and capture the moment with a pen, or a laptop, or you just drink in the situation with your eyes and ears and command yourself: "remember this". I haven't been isolated in a while, truly isolated, and able to be alone with my thoughts.

Until such a time occurs, I remain mute and the naggling urge to write remains.