So, I ask the question but I don't have an answer.

It seems as though my writing comes in bursts. I write for my local paper, the Sisters Nugget. It is a weekly that comes out every Wednesday. I mainly cover music events, some sports, and whatever else I dig up. I occasionally get an assignment from my editor, but he pretty much leaves it up to all of us freelancers to find thing to write about.

I first started for the paper as a photographer. Eventually the editor asked me if I'd be interested in doing some writing. I enjoy writing, but don't or didn't consider myself a writer. I thought about it a bit and decided to give it a go. I think I've written some good things, some things, not so well. It's a process like anything else. If it's something I really have an interest in, it seems easier and the words tend to flow.

So, back to the question. I really don't know what it's all about, life I guess. Life is fragile as must of us know. But it's not until you reach a certain age, or something life altering happens to you do you really start to think about it. I was watching The Green Mile the other night. Near the end the narrator talks about the men who walk The Green Mile, and how in our own way, we all walk The Green Mile. Life is The Green Mile.

For some of us, the walk is a long one, for others unfortunately, not so long. Regardless of the length of the walk, it's a walk we can't avoid, and one we ultimately walk alone. You may have someone hold your hand for awhile, but in the end, you let go, say goodbye, and finish the walk on your own.

I had no idea what I was really going to write about this morning. I just noticed I hadn't written anything for this site for awhile and felt like I should crank out something. I hope too to draw the attention of someone who has written for this site and I have chosen to follow. We used to be friends. Long ago he went one way, and I went mine. I'm still not sure what happened, but I know he will know who I'm talking about should he read this, and I trust he will. He won't acknowledge he read it, but I know a thing or two about curiosity.

It's doubtful we'll ever talk or correspond again, but that choice has been his, and I know why. I won't get into it here, but it would make for a very long, and I think interesting read.

So, I guess if I had to answer, What it's All About? I think I'd have to say: "Hell, I don't know."