  Its true, I am caught in a blog. All of them. Mine, theirs, all of them. I am stuck, hiding from the reality of writing mnovels.
I can pund out an impressive word count with little effort, it just takes moving the entire universe to actually get me started. I am sick and tired of sitting in front of this screen doing nothing but blogging and surfing. I lost interest in most things a year ago.
I have been avoiding writing since the end of November, and become a great fencing teacher, a business man of sorts and a drop out to the world of 9-5 jobs. Problem is, I am not writing enough. I put all my work that was handwritten (except the five notebook novel) into Word to wrangle into shape. I need to get up and ride them. I can't sleep, and am getting out of shape. It's all stress, and it all started at the end of November.
I need to complete what I started then. I can't sleep tonight and need to go to LA for inspiration tomorrow. I need to go to Anaheim for supplies also. One and then the other I guess. Maybe I can shower and force sleep upon myself. The weird weather has screwed up my internal clock something awful! Write on. 
