Writer's Block

After spending the wee hours of the morning reading my housemate's copy of the latest issue of Poets & Writers I find myself thinking:

I'm the owner of a comic-book shop.

What the fuck am I doing?

I can almost hear the fourteen-year-old I used to be screaming: THAT WAS PLAN B!! YOU GAVE UP PRETTY FAST, ASSHOLE! I didn't give up. Not consciously, anyway. That said, I have some responsibilities and those responsibilities preclude having much time to do what I really want: write.

We'll see about that on the permanent. We'll see.

~ @JonGorga