really trying to get back in the flow of this.  only missed the last few
days because it's a before-bedtime habit and I had no desire to put
curling up with Sarah on hold to hop on the computer.  

mom asked today if I was doing any writing these days, I forget the exact
reason, I think it was a compliment though.  non-work writing.  and I
mentioned my resuming my journal writing, so I guess she's reading this,
so I can say, tongue firmly in cheek, 
HI MOM!
always wanted to do that.
anyhow, it just made me think about writing a bit.  do I really aspire to
be a full-fledged writer?  it's great that I do this journal thing, both
to get my thoughts off my chest, and to keep in practice at just plain
writing, putting words together in a textual form.  and there is news at
work, too; the regimented routine of it, combined with our
good-sense-of-huymour news editor, gives many of us a personal goal to be
linguistically playful with our news pieces.  which is good practice and
fun.  but perhaps I really need to start doing some structured writing of
length.  I just havne't really felt the motivation to do it recently.
perhaps I just don't have anything to say.  I think I all but gave up on
my "story."  after repetitive scrutiny I ended up dissatisfied with it.

these thoughts come to mind as I'm humbled by my reading of Christopher
Moore's Bloodsucking Fiends (A Love Story).  He's such an excellent
writer.  Great characters, good unpredictable and "gripping" plot, and an
amazing sense of humour.  

my thoughts now turn to Sarah, but as much as I try to keep this
free-flowing and uncensored, I don't think this particular bout of
brooding belongs online.  

[clever finishing sentence]