It's Like The Wind Is Back In My Sails...Or Something.

I don't know if it's the news that someone actually wants to publish something of mine that's got me in creative overdrive, but there's something going on with me lately. I've got ideas coming out of me like I'm a stuck pig.

Okay...so I'm not so creative with the similes tonight. Sue me.

Example: I was sort of napping while my wife was watching some garabge on VH1. It was about Beyonce (hence why I was sleeping) and she was talking about something. I caught a fragment of it, my head ran it through it's rigorous mechanical doo-hickeys, and VIOLA! I sprang off the bed and went to fetch a pen. My wife thought I was nuts. When I told her what I was doing and basically 'pitched' the story to her, she just shook her head.

She still thinks I'm nuts, but I guess was amazed at how my mind works.

Yeah, yeah. She's my wife. Of course she's going to say that, right?

Wrong. You don't know my wife. She isn't like that. It's her curse and her gift.

Anyway. As if that weren't enough, I got another idea while coming home from a wake. I'm going to need about 10-15 more years tacked onto the end of my life to get all this stuff down.

Side note: Ah...so you saw the new profile picture. That's my son and I on our vacation. He's almost 1.5 years old (I don't calculate months) and that was his first swim. I look like I'm mad at him, but that's just how my eyes get in the sun. All squinty like a shorter, stockier Clint Eastwood.

Or something.