Recently I have found myself in a bit of a writers slump, not because I didn’t have anything to write about, I just didn’t want to bitch about things. Why? Money has been a bit tight, my ex-partner is a pain in the butt, and I’m trying to get a small business up and running. It just didn’t seem worthy of writing about. I did consider writing a few bits about it all after reading a recent international magazine, let’s just say, if that is what columnists are writing about (and getting paid for) I am really undervalued and should be loaded if that is what the “professionals” are getting paid to do. But that’s not what this blog post is about. No. Today I saw something and just had to write about it, even though I feel that I have no great amount of input into what happened.
But Why?
