Presidents Day, wow....

Do you ever just sit and wonder during holidays like this what we're all doing here; trying to find our muse?  Yeah, me niether.  Actually I am sitting in front of two computers, a "lefty" spiral notebook and pictures of my family. 

I tried writing but can not seem to find that spot.  You know, the spot where you can write forever.  It seems  have these days where I can stay up an not sleep.  Benging my way through a word proccessor.  Making typos as I go along (LOL).  Yes, I caught that, and the others too. 

I find that inthe middle of the night I get most of my inspiration.  (Hey, speaking of typos, ever try typing with only nine fingers; it sucks).  You know, get up in your underwear, if your wearing them when you went to bed.  Get a hot cup of tea and play Pink Floyd, the Division Bell to get into the mood. 

Yes, I am practicing my descriptors while I write this.  Do you feel like a ginney pig yet? Darn, and I was trying to convince myself you would.  :)  My problem is that I only have four fingers, excuse me-three fingers and a thumb on my right hand.  I lost it eleven years ago last Valentines day.  Yeah, someone got red fingers instead of of red roses. 

The doctor tried he really did.  I spent almost seven hours in surgery to reconstruct my right hand.  Three surgeries later and I was without a "bird".  Oh well, I guess I learned my lesson about shooting the bird.  Oh wait! I have another one on my left hand anyways.  Besides, if a thumb is a thumb then my ring finger is now  the "middle" finger.  Devious huh?

Well maybe I will get that muse tonight.  I feel for all you writers in my boat and I wish you all the best.  It is such a rat race chacing our tail.  Hmmm, well I wish you all the best.

Ken's Corner.