Branching out

Hey Tom, how do I invite another person to join the blog? I can't figure it out.
By the way, I haven't seen anyone post any new writing or comments on the docs in a very long time (not that I have either, but) I'm anxiously awaiting more stuff from y'all.
I haven't really been writing, except in journal form, but I've been reading a lot, like Kyra. I'm a little ADD right now and can't stick to one book, so I'm in the middle of The Tin Drum by Gunter Grass, Death in the Andes by Llosa, Frommer's Guide to South America, and something called "How Proust Can Change Your Life."
I also go in and read slush at River Styx lit journal every week, so I get to read about a million pieces by unknown (at least to me) writers. Sometimes reading the slush pile makes me feel good about my own work, and sometimes it's dismal thinking that I'm just one of the middling masses. Sometimes reading at River Styx makes me sick to my stomach-- like the other week when one of the editors, upon hearing of my upcoming trip to South America, decided to read aloud a long, detailed poem about the gruesome life cycle of a parasite in the human body and its emergence through the skin as a teeming, bloody boil. (My dreams have been tainted, now so have yours.)
Speaking of travel and disease, I've got to head out to my immunization appointment now-- no Hep A, B, typhoid, yellow fever or rabies for me! Hopefully my writing arm isn't too sore...