Dribblings!?

Inspiration hit me like a Delta breeze, warm musty and a little too moist. I could write ‘til the cows come home or I could write about how the cows coming home or maybe, why the cows come home. But, who would read it? I could write about the real reason the sky is blue. Because… it just is. Or, I could write about the coming post-modern society. But, who cares? I could write about sports. Then again, I am not one of those guys who remembers dates and names and scores and records. I could write about fashion. Have you seen how I dress? I could write about population control. That wouldn’t offend anyone now would it? I could write about ice cream, who doesn’t like ice cream. Oh, wait I am semi-lactose intolerant myself? I could write to teach, I could write to learn, I could write to be funny… I am not a writer. I am not a teacher. I try to learn. Some say I am funny. Or I could just write. So, I find myself writing. I don’t know where my writing will take me but, I have a pretty good idea where it is going to take you.

Did I mention it wasn't really inspiration? Just a little gas. I should really have that checked.