So this is what it takes...

...to start writing again.

A college professor once told me that I should write something every day--in a journal, on a napkin, whatever it takes.

Problem is, I have the attention span of a gnat these days. I suppose I had to be motivated by something new and a little strange (it's called a "blog," for heaven's sake; I suppose the phrase "web log" was just too difficult to pronounce).

I can already see, however, that this won't overcome the other obstacles to creating "the Great American Novel." Shortly after logging on here to my first "blog" entry, Meghan's antenna was up, and she has made a beeline for my lap, where she took up repeatedly pinching my lips to make me look like a duck. Now my concentration is completely broken. At least my blood pressure has risen from near-dead to near-conniption (I'm certain I just misspelled that). Maybe it will settle to normal in a few minutes.

Let's try this again later.