Why I Don't Blog More

Jim Colbert's blog about last weekend has really inspired me to try to get off my duff a bit and do some travel writing. I always wish I had a camera. I always think of it right about... NOW. Yeah, it would've been great to take a picture of the fog burning off the hills in north central PA as country music bowls out of my radio and some of the worst gas station coffee I've ever had is congealing in the cup holder. Silos loomed out of the fog about 10 feet away from the car as my GPS led me down the backest of back ways. I hate this magellan GPS. I had a Mio before this, which got stolen out of my car in Baltimore. The Magellan only calculates shortest distance or fastest route. And the shortest distance is often faster than the fastest route. Makes no sense to me, but the benefit of it is that I get to see places I wouldn't otherwise see, and without a GPS I'd be spending hours planning and further hours worrying about every time I get in the car. As it is now, I wake up maybe 30 minutes before I have to go, throw some clothes in a bag, make sure I have my laptop that reminds me which state I'm going to, maybe print out an email with an address and a phone number on it and go. Live in the moment. People ask me where I'm playing next weekend. The answer is almost always, "I have no idea." Likewise about where I was last weekend. Which is why I really ought to be writing these things when they're still fresh. But when they're fresh, I'm usually jet lagged, and have just been dropped from West Coast musician time to East Coast "wake up with the kids in the morning" time, which leaves me about two free brain cells to write with, and one of them is making coffee while the other one is trying to figure out how to get PBS Kids turned on.