My New Writing Space

Looking back over last year blog posts, it's no wonder that I only wrote a few of them.  I didn't get anywhere near my goal.  I should have been cranking them out every other day.  Let's face it.  The year 2017 was the biggest year of change since probably 2013. I have a new job, a new car, and a new house.  But just as important, I have a new lease on life.
As I sit here in my new office space, trying to get the mojo on or get in the mood or find my new voice...  I feel different.  I look around and see a very similar set-up.  The computer is on my desk.  The shelves above are filled with souvenirs from my travels and gifts from very old and dear friends. Inspirational framed art is hanging on the wall.  But there's that one part... The mojo that hasn't quite set in.  That little part that says "Hey, this is your writing space now.  Get crackin'.  Hmmm... I wonder if they make a sort of Viagra for writers to get their groove back or get their words on.  I'm digressing.
I feel different as a writer and I'm not sure how.  Maybe I just needed the long break to refill my imagination.  To let life fill me up. Or may I just have to get back to drinking wine again.  Whatever it is, I feel different.  Part of it is the new space.  I've not taken the time to sit and write.  To be in the space.  To feel that desk chair's hard seat... And boy do I mean hard seat.  Dear god, my ass is starting to hurt already.  Maybe I've lost my writer's butt.  I can work on that.

One thing for sure that I know I don't have is writer's block. You've all heard of it.  Writers who have mental constipation.  They sit there waiting for a movement day after day.  Hoping for something to break loose and let it all flow.  I don't have that.  I have plenty to write about.  You haven't heard the toilet story or the one I call "I am David.  See me pack this moving van."  Or there's the one about being told that a man died in my new house... right where my coffee table sits.  Oh, and how about the prostitute red paint on the kitchen walls.  So many layers of paint to cover that up.  And I can't forget about the last dating adventure...  I've named that story "He's 26 going on 17."  I have totally got to set that one to the cadences to the songs of The Sound of Music.
No matter what the reason, it is time to break in the new writing space and let the words roll.  I have so many ideas...  Oh wait... I can't forget this...  I want to make my blog more illustrated.  I did it with some of the family research, but I know I've got fans out there just waiting for more Lego stories -- The Further Adventures of Joan and the gang.  It was something I did on Instagram, but I so want to do them on here.
Look at me... Just busting at the seams with ideas.  Just gotta get the ball rollin'.

CSM