Representing Clients

I believe I need to return my focus inward. I've been doing lots of favors for friends, but little for me. I want to paint. I want to write. There are projects I want to finish. And I'm not. This blog is an attempt to start the uncorking of my brain. Which has been quietly festering, I would like it to not explode like a volcano rather ooze like primordial slime. But I don't even know if primodial slime oozes so I would say I want it to ooze like toothpaste. Slow and steady, that's how I want my writing to come to me, but when first uncorked the writing comes in spurts. Squirts. Blurts on a page. Or a blog.
Did you know I had a dog?
He is a good dog. Although he is not with me still I wish to believe he is out there still. Waiting for a chance to break free, waiting for the moment they leave the gate open. But he is a good dog, he would stay. We adored each other. He allowed me to train him very well, and he listened well. He minded, even when he didn't want to. I miss him a lot, he was my best friend. Some people don't know what it is like to be a companion with a dog, to be bonded like a pack-mate. Cats are way different, I know I have two. They are more inclined for you to serve them. I love them for being cats but it's not like having a dog. Dogs are there to serve you, share with you, are more group mind conscious.
I enjoy group mind conscious, that's why I enjoy good improv. Long form, that is.
I digress, he disappeared from my front door March 22nd, 2005. If you see him, tell him I miss him and can't wait to see him again.