I have a lot of hope for this new year. Two thousand and ten. I keep telling myself it's time to get back on the saddle, grab the reins of my creative endeavors, and ride into the sunset of personal fullfilment. Truth is, I not only lack inspiration, I lack that wonderful little thing that made me want to write in the first place.
No, friends, not egotism. Heart. I'm a far-cry from the kid that stayed up late into the night; listening to soulful ballads and producing poignant little insights into his fractured psyche. If this sounds a bit sarcastic, that's because it is.
This year should bring a collection of poignant little insights, satirical pieces, funny stuff, and uh, me. If this works, heck yeah, if not, there's another failed New Year's resolution.
Yehaw!
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