The Return of...?

I had a fight with my wife, Robin, today.

She feels taken for granted and used, like I'm not pulling my own weight.

She's right.

I can and should be working harder. As a journalist and a writer, I can work from the house. It never worked out before, because I'm easily distracted and distractable. I wanted a job outside of the house so I could spark my creativity, but mainly because I was scared.

I am scared.

I haven't written anything substantial in over two years, and that was a blog post about a flyer I found outside of Kroger. It actually got picked up by Fark.com and that was a professional high point for me as a writer.

Then I had the stroke. It took me months of therapy before I could read or write. My confidence was shattered.

I started on a book called Pants With No Pockets. It was to be a stroke memoir. I started this blog as a sideways way to eventually get a book deal. This blog was supposed to become that book. It might still become that book, but not any time soon.

Then I had the idea to do a blog about the background music in cartoons. Every time I hear a piece of music I look it up on wikipedia and track it down to its original piece. The problem is, my computer I write at doesn't have a sound card and the computer with sound has a bad keyboard. I can't write the blog without two computers and now that my 13-year-old son plays computer games, it's hard to get access to any one computer, let alone both at once.

But anyway, I'm going to try to write more, and sell some stories of some sort. I realize by not writing when writing is my only marketable skill that I have left, I'm actually being a burden to my wife and my family, which is the one thing I never want to be.

So, in conclusion, I am going to write like my life and wife depend on it. Because they do.