Back to Writing

I'm back in a town called Writing. Imagine it's a ghost town like you see in the movies. The hero steps out of the car and carries a briefcase. He's wearing a white shirt which is stained with dust and coffee. In his briefcase, he has all his writings. Easily there are 1 million words or more.
Gone are the people he used to write to. Gone is the podium and microphone from which he would read. A lot has happened in 9 years since writing in this blog. He separated from his wife and lives alone in an apartment that is all too comfortable. What will happen when he opens up the briefcase and starts to read what he's written going back 15 years? Will it just be a pile of dust? Will he have actually been honest in any of his writings? For now, I'm going to carry my briefcase in this imaginary town and perhaps gather blank sheets of paper so I can write anew. This is such a page that you are reading. I'll be back with some good stuff eventually.