Hey, it’s in the webpage title, I’m no good at naming things. If I ever had kids, and it came to naming them, I’d probably panic and name them something asinine, like wall, or table, or lamp. Or asinine.

But anyway. I feel like today, something changed. There’s an itching in my soul I haven’t felt in a while. Or maybe it was last night. I was convinced last night that I should be typing, hammering out new ideas, or working on the old ideas that are still lurking on my hard drive, and I almost did.

Story of my life. Story of everyone’s life, really. “I nearly did.” Maybe I’ll write about that one day.

Thing is, today I feel the same. Not immediately of course, first there’s the hour after waking where I’m questioning why the fuck I woke up at 0557 AGAIN. Seriously, waking up and looking at a clock to see that time is getting to be the only good habit I have during this period of.... what’s an existential crisis, but for the world?

I digress.

Did you ever have an itching in your soul? Like, you’re a bit twitchy, restless, and you’re not sure what to do to soothe it, and your brain is like a racquet ball bouncing round the court that keeps getting put in motion by a blind octopus. The problem with the twitchiness is focussing it, like getting a blind octopus down a fish trap. And nurturing it to the point where you come up with something, so the opposite of feeding the blind octopus to a bunch of hungry Las Vegans who have been deprived of sushi for two months. I got to work on my similes.

But it’s good to think about similes, regardless of how painfully forced they are. Maybe this is it. Maybe for the rest of my unemployment I’ll be focussed, and do some writing, and achieve something other than painting the house or cleaning the yard or fixing the roof or cleaning the garage or drinking 22 bottles of wine or putting in a concrete path. Maybe I’ll write something.

Maybe I’ll write this. Every week. Without fail. Maybe on Wednesdays. Maybe I just finally found a title.