Man, it’s hard to get back up on the horse. You’ll have noticed that I haven’t been writing (please tell me you’ve noticed?) But when I sat down last night to write up a flight experience I had yesterday, it was hard to kick off the rust – the right words wouldn’t come out of my head and I felt like I was back in Simile School. I’ve rewritten the damned thing twice now, and I’ll probably give it one more try before throwing in the towel or throwing it up here on the blog. It’ll be all pilot-y, mind you, so folks who don’t care about manifold pressure settings and approach airspeeds are going to have to wait a couple more weeks for any real Roadtrip Travelogue – that’s when I’m heading out to Minnesota and Wisconsin for a long-overdue trip to see colleagues, old friends and muses.
I’d like to have the writing brain a bit more exercised for that trip, though, so I’m going to try and fit in a couple of posts between now and then as literary calisthenics. Okay, not so literary calisthenics. But you know what I mean. Just that I’m going to try writing more, but it’s going to be more of a “Hey, here are my morning pages!” than actual inspired observations on my excursions through this big roadtrip of life we’re all embarked on. ‘k?