Monday, January 22, 2007


I never dreamed, never imagined, didn't have the slightest inkling of what this New Year was going to bring my way. Well, now I know! Work, work, and more work! Right from the start, from the very first day of this new year, my life has centered around nothing but work. I've had very little down time, very little time to update this dying blog, very little time to check in on the lives of friends whom I have missed. So very little time.

There must be a reason. Why have I let myself be so consumed with work? Sitting here, looking at the computer screen, I search for the answer. But I wonder, will I find what I seek by looking for it on the screen or will I find the answer to what I seek, lurking in the blackness of my own mind.

Stephen, eyes closed, rested, arms folded over chest, lying on a black leather sofa . . . while another part of Stephen sits at a desk. This Stephen, the one at the desk, has a pad in hand, he peers over the glasses he has sitting on the bridge of his nose, he looks at the image of himself lying there on the couch, he bites the tip of the pen, thinking, contemplating but saying NOTHING. The Stephen on the couch waits, peering off into space, seeing NOTHING but the blackness behind his closed eyelids, he waits and waits and waits. But there is . . .

Sunday, January 14, 2007

Kisses From Stephen

It was touch and go, but I think the worst is behind me. I thought I was circling the drain for a couple of days, slowly going down, but I made it, I'm feeling better. Between feeling like death warmed over and still trying to work, I've had very little time to post, but I did want to let each of you know how much the well wishes meant. I give each of you some kisses from Stephen.

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

Not This Kind

The way this year has been, I knew it was only a matter of time, I knew it was coming, there was no doubt in my mind, it was going to happen. I tried to deny it, I tried to resist it, I wanted nothing to do with it, but the microscopic little shit found me. It was there, patiently waiting, just for the right time to attack. I've got to give the "little shit' credit, it knew what it was doing. It wiggled its way in, silently, quietly, without me knowing, until it was too late. Now my throat is on FIRE!

God it hurts! Aches....pains.....fever.....all over the body.

I needed a day off but not this kind . . . .

Sunday, January 07, 2007

I Need a Day Off

I've always heard whatever you do on the first day of the New Year, then that will be what you'll be doing for the rest of the year. Well, so far it has been true, I worked the New Year in and everyday since then, in some form or another. What do they say about all work and no play? Please someone, come cut the ropes that bound me to all this work. I need a day off!

I did want to thank each of you, my friends, old and new for stopping by and especially for taking the time to leave a comment, it means the world to me.


I am the New Year.
I am an unspoiled page in your book of time.
I am your next chance at the art of living.
I am your opportunity to practice what you have learned about life during the last twelve months.
All that you sought and didn't find is hidden in me, waiting, for you to search it out with more determination and passion.
All that you dreamed but didn't dare to do,all the faith that you claimed but did not have -- These slumber lightly, waiting to be awakened by the touch of a strong purpose.
I am your opportunity.
-- Author Unknown

May each of you find the new year all that you desire it to be. Hugs and Kisses, Stephen