Presenting: A Huge Announcement!!!

Well, my sweet and sun-kissed blog readership, I have news of an epic nature to present to you for your current consideration. You have probably been wondering why my epic gush of songcraft has dwindled to a mere mountain stream, a trickle that can benefit no one really and I'd like to tell the reason for this: I have been up to something.

Yes, I am being deliberately mysterious at the present moment and I'm merely teasing you, not unlike some fish-stuffed cat using sharp claws to bat around a catnip-mouse (or whatever metaphor you deem suitable to insert here) and I know I'm stalling so here it is:

I, Taffy "Sunburst" McKittrick do hereby solemnly admit to swear that the reason for my going into hiding in the month of July is as follows:
- In an interest to better serve my listening (and blog-following) audience, I have procured the instruction and tutelage of a Life Coach.
- After a couple attempts with various Life Coaches whose approaches did not mesh nicely with my artistic and creative sensibilities, I have at last landed on the best Life Coach: one Albert Tubman, a former Navy SEAL and aspiring orthodontist who has used his muscles (mental and physical) to get me into shape.
- Yesterday was in fact the first meeting with Dr. Tubman and it went effing swimmingly!! (note: though not an actual MD yet, Tubman prefers I use the sobriquet "Dr." because he is the architect of his own existence, because he sets the perception of his own self, because he wants it this way).
- We met at a Starbucks. He arrived late and sat at the table and asked for a Venti Latte. I retrieved it for him and we began discussing my agenda as a human being but more importantly as a creative entity.
"How bad do you want it Taffy?" he asked me.
"Pretty bad" I said. "Like the hummingbird wants the dew". (note: I'm not certain if hummingbirds want dew or are maybe allergic to it but it fell from my mouth and Dr. Tubman seemed to agree.
"Well then." he said "You are on your way".
And an electric tingle surged up my leg, all the way to my head and heart.
"What next"? I asked.
Dr. Tubman looked me in the eye and said: "Are you committed to putting all your trust in me"?
I nodded vigorously.
"This isn't an easy fix necessarily" he murmurred. "It can take time".
"I realize that" I said.
"And money". he said.
"It takes money to make money" I shrieked, not quite certain how I meant it.
And at that Dr. Tubman broke into a grin. He knew in that moment that he had me.
That I now belonged to him....

To Be Continued

update: not belonged to him in a bad way, but in a cosmic Navy Seal way.