Another Grillin' Day

Shamefully, I just haven't felt much like writing these past several days. The irony is: I'd really like to be a serious author. I simply don't have the self-discipline to make it. I've read numerous works by famous/prolific authors who all claim that endeavoring authors should write every single day. Doesn't matter what you write so long as you get into the habit.

That makes sense actually. I was able to do the unthinkable two years ago and go to the gym (with very little failure) every other day for about 4 months solid. It became more than just a habit at that point. While I can't honestly claim that my body began to crave the workouts, I did keenly feel the need to go exercise. (At one point it had snowed about 5 inches and rather than think, "Oh cool, I'm going to make a snow fort!" I thought, "Damn. How am I supposed to get to the gym now?")

Pretty amazing, huh?

I guess it would be easier for me to podcast than type. Then, in theory at least, I could say what I wanted to and edit ipso facto. Oh well, one step at a time. I need to finish the basic concepts of Garage Band 2009 before I tackle the advanced stuff.

So, I learned that my old friend from UNA days, Mark Webb, has been divorced for a few years now. I learned this from Bill Barnett who wasn't sure if there were any truth to the story, and asked me if I knew. I contacted Diane DuBois who was kind enough to let me know that, not only had Mark and Jane been divorced for three years, Mark's younger brother, Shaun, did a few days ago.

Wow. I knew that Mark was a very private person, but I can't help but feel a bit hurt that he hadn't mentioned the divorce to me before now. Of course, I realize that I'm basing another person's behavior on my system. That's not only unfair, it's flat out wrong. If I'd learned to be cognizant of that innate ability in me I might have saved myself some hurt friends in the past.
Woulda, coulda, shoulda.

No promises, but tomorrow I'm going to attempt to find my old journal from a decade ago and see if I can't transpose some of the better writings in it to my blog.

Today, was another beautiful "grillin' day." Cerulean skies with just a hint of a crisp breeze blowing the cherry wood smoke over the back deck. Three pounds of lean ground beef and two packets of Lipton's Beefy Onion Soup Mix later and I had an awesome baker's dozen of fresh hamburger patties. Thank you, Ronnie Colvin for teaching me how to make these bowel-shattering bits of beef. (Not that I'll make hamburgers out of them per Se; I'm back on my 90%+ protein only diet and just need the pure protein.)

Okay, after a bit of digging I found my old journal. Looks like the first date in it is from July 9Th, 1998. Jeez, just glancing through this thing has got me blushing and embarrassed. So, I'll be skipping the more whiny and self-absorbed parts.

Promise.