state of the Scott address

Lately, I've been getting nostalgic...A LOT.  It seems that everywhere I turn, something takes me back, whether it be to my childhood, or high school, or, most recently to a few years ago when I was in a band that I thought would still be taking the CT music scene by storm. 

I was just realizing that I'm in a completely different place in my life, and probably couldn't swing the band thing  now, what with Maya taking up so much of our time, and our sleep schedules dwindling more by the day.  Am I sad?  A bit, but I'm pretty happy with where I am at this moment.  I have a wonderful family, a new home, a group of friends that is unrivaled, and a job that...well, let's just say it pays the bills.  I think what I miss most about the band was just having that creative outlet to explore, and the camaraderie of the band(Please do not say that this blog can be my creative outlet...it's not creative...it's just rant-y), but at this point, most of the time, I'm too tired to be creative.  I'm lucky if I get time to read.

Every year, I tell myself I'm gonna get down to brass tacks, sit down and spend NANOWRIMO crafting the great American novel, but it never happens.  I've had ideas in the past, but nothing ever fully pans out to the point that I could imagine myself being able to actually conclude a story.  I know that the point is to write, but I don't want to get knee-deep into a world with characters and a storyline and then bail out because it won't work.  It seems too daunting.  I know I should try because I may surprise myself, but I find myself not only a perfectionist, but also a procrastinator, and those two don't mix.

For lack of a cohesive ending here, I'm just going to make up a word:

Kabloomingdales - a fight that breaks out at a sweater sale in the mall