I set out late last week to write an entry about my ex in Seattle, who stubbornly – but in a good way – kept popping into my consciousness over the week. The one relationship I’ve had that doesn’t make me look like an embittered old man and I choked.
Couldn’t do it.
It was surprisingly emotional for me, so it remains a draft that quasi-haunts me…Xtopher’s Rib.
Meanwhile, my number of blogs in draft status has crept back up to 23…just under 50% of my total posts, so I committed to myself to crack out a couple this week and get that number more in line. One-third of my content in draft status just makes me feel like I have issues completing things. I don’t need that, I have two partially completed novels to make me feel like a failure…they don’t need any help. As a matter of fact, my blog is the reason I use for not working on my book ideas.
Then, I saw on Facebook earlier today – while stalking a friend’s page – that I had missed National Sibling’s Week. Well, even though I got you the same thing for NSW as I typically do for your birthdays – nothing – I wanted to apologize to Chuck and Lizard Breath for missing the opportunity to tell them that I love and appreciate them.
Every week, too.
Not just some random week that the internet made up.
Which brings us to the awkward fact that I have three siblings and one is estranged. Continue reading “The Second Son”