My hero comes to town!

Oh, I just love love LOVE David Sedaris! And I'm seeing him Saturday. I am PUMPED beyond belief. He is my writing hero.

In this, the era where "You" wins Time Magazine's Person of the Year era, where everyone is blogging, has a myspace page, and checks out youtube every day, isn't it refreshing to read memoir that isn't self-indulgent? Isn't self-obsessed? Isn't so focused on the writer all the time? You see yourself in David. You just do. That's why you laugh. That's why you just keep reading.

I started journaling when I was nine years old. And I continued that tradition consistently until about three years ago. Since then, I have hardly written a damn thing. I suppose because I have nothing original to say. Or my creative juices have run dry. Who knows....

But I'm fixed to get inspired again.

I am very sorry I haven't written much lately. It's embarrassing to visit my blog and the post that greets me is a pontification on the virtues of Nair. I mean, come ON! No wonder no one reads my blog anymore. And for those who do, you have my sympathies and apologies.

I have some posts in me screaming to get out. But I'm in a weird place right now and am waiting for some sort of clarity to strike.

Last thing I need is blogger's regret.

Stay posted, faithful ones. I'll write again soon.