I have been out of the blogging business for quite some time now. I have not been out of the writing business though. Currently I am working on a young adult novel. The tentative title is, One Hundred Seventy Days With Marilyn.
It feels good. I'll probably keep updating about the progress of the book. Thing is - it doesn't feel like work. When I am not writing, I read about writing. I think about writing. I have little epiphanies at the strangest times. Taking a shower, going out for a walk, painting the shed. Dreaming.
I feel as though I need to get back to my roots and write about the wonderful, the mysterious, the mundane. The people and events that shape my life.
If you have checked in on my blogs in the past (bless you), you know that at one time I was a regular. It might take me a while to gain that momentum again.
People don't much read blogs anymore. No, it's the Facebook, Instagram, Twitter. Frankly, not a whole lot of people read books anymore.
But writing is, at least in part, for the writer, right?
Here's a little piece (a text - HA!) I wrote to my principal and my friend about going to the doctor. She said with the right line breaks it might be poetry. Hmmm
You be the judge. It ain't like James M. Woods (see blog scroll for some real, honest-to-God poetry).
Thanks for reading.
I'll be back.
Tim
SKIN DOC
Went to the skin doc on Thursday
She sort of keeps my cancer business
in check
Along with my oncologist
I have seen her a dozen times or more
Never in clothes
By the time she comes in
I am always in my skivvies
Weird relationship, huh?
(Nine years since my malignant
melanoma, by the way
But I should never feel at ease about it
There is no statute of limitations
on malignant melanoma
THANKS, DOC!)
I leave a little part of me with her
whenever I see her
Not in a love song way
I mean a piece of my body
This time a piece of my cheek
Like I'm not rough looking enough
