Of writers and stunt dummies

I'm coming back to life. Okay, I was never really dead, but it's been a year since I have blogged, and I'm a little rusty. Sometimes it's all you can do to wake up each day and push through the stuff that makes life interesting. Writing about it would be like asking a stunt dummy to re-enact a particularly painful action scene after it's already in the can. So I'll just start where I am and go from here. You gotta love the cycles of life, don't you? There's something very reassuring about seasons, about blossoms showing through the last snow of winter. Spring is within reach. Yeah, I'm coming back to life.