November is a month of Mondays. A tired and dreary ass old Uncle Sal kind of Monday. And Mondays are no good for writing.
I kick out the jams by Tuesdays and sometimes end up impressing myself.
Wednesdays, I lie back on the chaise, overseeing mass quantities of writing fodder from Tuesday. It's been saved and deleted, rewritten and deleted some more but I've made an effort.
On Thursdays, I pick up the slack from Wednesday, furiously writing jibberish like some kind of stay-after-school punishment.
By Fridays, I find myself coasting with confidence. Words come easily, effortlessly; and even stupidly. But they flow. The main thing is to have it flow. Like the waves. And I ride it all the way to the shore. In my mind.
It wasn't long after 9/11, September 11, 2001, that I began this website. I felt compelled to connect with other people around the globe. I had recently heard about "weblogs" or "blogs" and I dove right into Blogger.com.
I searched for others to connect with online and I found Ageless. It led to meeting many great friends to discuss events of the day. From then on it snowballed.
Most importantly we offered one another support and friendship across the globe; finding that we were just a few keystrokes away.