Hey dudes, it’s me.
Long time no talk.
I’m sorry about that. Truly.
But I think I’ve solved the problem, the source of my writers block. Finally.
So here we go. Let’s get this party started.
Honestly, life is weird, but I’m psyched to write about all the things I’ve been promising for weeks and weeks and weeks.
There’s a 3+-part hot dog blog (thank you Liz).
There will be a blog about hammerhead sharks (thank you me).
There will be one on cats, probably.
There will be a blog about aging.
And a couple on some more vulnerable subjects that I know will connect for some but not others. And that’s okay.
Who knows what else will happen. I just know it’s gonna be a party.
And it’s about fucking time, am I right?
Anyway, I’m looking forward to it immensely. I’ve missed this. And you.
Tonight I’m staying in a 1967 Fan Luxury Liner named Pollox just outside of Taos.
Since this dream boat is mine and mine alone for just tonight, the plan is to use beautiful Pollox as my muse and to Hemmingway the shit out of all the stopped-up writing ideas I’ve had for years.
Years, you guys.
Years.
So get ready, I’m coming for you.
Next stop, either hot dogs or my latest injury (complete with a gnarly x-ray) or the scandalously real reason I always insist on getting a receipt for gas.
The Pickle Writer 