Since DB hit the online airwaves in November of 2004, I've been a happy little blogging machine. Okay, maybe not a machine, but a human acting as though I were a blissful machine.
In any event, in the last week or so, the desire to pontificate on the war in Iraq and pimp BlogCritics.org (our sister station, or sistah station if you like) and rap rhapsodic about The White Stripes (the new album is heavenly, by the way) and Beck (ditto) and Transplants (pretty good, not great) has waned.
Maybe it's the summer. Maybe it's the fact that I've logged nearly 900 miles this week on the highways and byways of white-out smog highway death knell fortress of automobile prison-glory Southern California.
Maybe it's because I'm finally finishing up my first novel... Ball Out, which I'm pretty damned well amped about.
Or maybe it's because I'm thinking Big Thoughts about pounding out a screenplay based upon some of the ideas and stories that I've rattled about my brain over the last 18 months or so.
Will I get Back in Gear at some point?
Does anyone care?
Probably and who knows?