Get Back in the Game

Out on the back porch, not as cold as earlier today, waiting for the storm to arrive in a few hours–curious if I will get that call at 2:00 AM to head out and plow the Concord streets. Most of me hopes for the call; another side of me wants a day stuck at home, catching up on schoolwork, puttering in the basement, setting up the studio for recording and just hanging out with Denise and the kids. Maybe I’ll get this damn website back up and running. I have been locked out of it for some two years, partly my own laziness, though my excuse was a major hack that dropped millions of files onto my server, and which the great minds of tech support were stymied by. Last week, however, I finally got it done after some four hours with Bluehost and finally one guy who figured it all out. What now I wonder? The last year has been spent editing and publishing my books and getting them up on Amazon. That was easy compared to getting people to read those books. But they are done as good as they are going to get: three books of poetry, one book of essays, and another book of songs. My head is turning back to songwriting and short story writing; hence, restarting the studio and scratching out the reams of unrecorded songs I have… I feel like there is too much right now to say. I am as lost as my students when I tell them to simply write. I’ve had my vacation. I need to practice what I preach–like that Blaize Foley song, “Clay Pigeons:”  I go to “go down where the people say y’all/ sing a song with a friend, get back in the game/ and start playing again.” Here I go…