Maybe it's a mark of my immaturity, a sign that I've never really grown up. Maybe it's related to having come of age during a rebellious era--one in which we supposedly defied rules, questioned authority and overturned barricades.
Maybe I'm just a fuck.
I like being in trouble.
I like facing a deadline.
I like fear.
I like getting out of traps. Even if I set those traps myself.
I like the pressure of having this blog hanging over me each day. I like struggling, searching for something to write.
I like that challenge.
Mainly because I like coming through.
I've written of late that Ad Aged has become a little bit of a chore. I've let some negative comments gnaw at me. I haven't felt as "good" lately.
That's probably because I've wrestled with my health.
So my output--which to my mind has always been prodigious--has ebbed somewhat.
But with ebb comes flow.
And with flow will come more posts.
Because it's what I do.
I like the trouble.