A Blog Poorly Named “Understanding My Limitations”

Sometimes one just has to face hard facts and after having consulted the god Karaoke, I can now most assuredly say that I will likely never cover Stairway to Heaven. Oh well, we all have special skills and talents and I certainly got more than my fair share of mine but hanging out about the treble cleft is not among them. (should have said, “not my forté.” music reference. get it?)

Do you know I sat there in that hospital room while mother was in surgery today– alone and in the dark, crying. I mean not boo-hooing but like just constant waterworks. I am so connected to my mother. I don’t want to think about life without her. When the doctor came in to tell me the good news–

no words

Now to get her really strong again so that I can get back to my life in L.A. and New York. I miss my career very much. Luckily for me, the writing part I’ve been able to continue so I’m going back with four finished scripts. Also, I really can’t wait to get back on stage or in front of camera. I so love being the center of attention. So does my mom. Look at the incredible lengths she’s gone to lately to keep the spotlight on her! Hmmph!

Oh my God, I can’t see the waistband of my underwear for my big hairy belly! You better slow that shit down, mister! I do like being heavier though and I think I look about as good now as I ever have. Just need to shrink this furry mountain below my chesticles a bit. The way I’ve eaten since Mom has been having all these hospital stays has not been optimal. That changes when I wake up in the morning, k? K.

We’re doing a morning blog tomorrow. I know sometimes y’all get weary of the late-night, Jeff is obviously tired and delirious blogs (although Phillip Swafford swears he prefers them.) I want to do kind of an overview of the blogs since September and, without getting too crazy, see if there’s a little “organization” to be done. I’m aware I have a few plates spinning but that’s how I like it– in my writing and in life. Yeah, it doesn’t make it easy but hell, who wants and easy life anyway? When I cross the finish line, I want to slide in sideways with the wheels on fire. Who the fuck wants a safe life? Clearly, I don’t want a safe blog either. I just want to review its function(s) and see how we’re doing.

I now have about 150 people who are regularly reading the blog and I just want to say that I’m so grateful to y’all! Even if no one was readying, this blog has made me a daily writer and that’s what I’ve been wanting for a long time. It’s priming the pump more and more and the more I write, the more I want to write. Knowing y’all are there on the other side of this window of white light onto which I sling words each day gives me comfort and solace and makes what can be a very solitary activity not so lonely.

See y’all tomorrow.