28 Days... Plus

“She sees my good deeds and she kisses me windy….”

                                                     - Red Hot Chili Peppers

 Many years ago, I picked up an info-nugget that has stuck with me.   Here’s the backstory:  A speaker at a sales conference actually got my attention by NOT sounding like every other speaker at a sales conference I had ever heard.    He woke up the room by asking us all if we realized that we all really needed to go into rehab.

  Er…what do you know?…and first of all, “allegedly.”  Nobody can prove anything.

Rick went on to explain that any habit takes 28 days to develop, and 28 days to break….  Which is why most rehab programs are  no less than 28 days long.

Huh.  That makes sense.

 Looking back at my blogging habit over the past few months, I see a pattern-  I fell out of the pattern.

 So, I gotta spend the next 28 days getting back INTO it.

Brace yourselves- the blogstorm is coming.

In the meantime, here's a teaser:

Thanks for sticking around.

“Talk the Dock!”

Playin' Catchup.

    "Is it any wonder I'm  sane at all?"
                                              -Styx



Folks, listen up, because I do not say this often, or lightly:

  I am sorry.

  I have fallen behind in my blogscribblin’ duties, leaving you hanging for more than a fortnight without new electronic virtual fishwrapping and birdcage lining to clog your hard drives.

  "Paralysis of plenty" is my defense.

  Hey, look, when I got nuthin’ but a big ol’ case of blogger’s block, I can always write up a low-buck project or cook something  and snap some pictures, and that sates the voracious appetite of you, Constant Reader…
… or at least buys me a few days of traffic and a respite from “WTF, where’s the new post?” emails.  Either way, D6C is topped up for a little while.

Lately, I’ve had the opposite problem.  Lots to write about, lots of ideas, but how?  And, in what order?  And, is this a blog post or a potential column in The Silo?  Faced with all of the options, I opted to pour another drink and/or go sailing and deal with it tomorrow.

With sunsets like this, what would YOU do?

Yeah, that’s what I thought.

(I don’t do choice well.  My brain locks up at Baskin-Robbins  and I end up in a drooling stupour in front of the ice cream case.  It ain’t pretty.
And I always end up with burgundy cherry anyway.)

((And why make a choice anyway, when you can sail?  We have had some truly spectacular sailing weather lately))

Anyscoop, I finally sat myself down and got organized and prioritized . I have two-burner meals to write up, low-buck projects and gear to review, one year on,  navelgazing to parse, daysailing to document, crew to critique,  new gear to evaluate  and gossip to disseminate.

So, it’s gonna be a busy few days.

Thanks for sticking with me.

And thanks for taking the time to

“Talk the dock!”