Arise from the Drops

       Hi guys,

      Yep, missed blog week again.

      I don’t mind, really. It’s probably for the best, as nihilistic as my intended post was going to get. Not Macbeth level – though the murdery crazy guy has a point – but, well, something best left unsaid for now. Trent 1, the doldrums meh.

      Honestly, I don’t know what to peck into shiny laptop of a word processor now. I’d hit a bottom recently, c’est la recoverie vie (gasp, French!) and was due the restart, the constancy of it debilitating in its way. I went and got both of them, and here I am a week later, filling my blog with letters grouped in the shape of English words, and all in all balanced.

      Ahh, a shudder-buzz. Found the right thing. The joys of understanding your own psychosomatics (gasp, big word!). Not so much the feeling of loneliness despite being in church right next to the GF, or the triggered thoughts at, well, I’ll call them inopportune times. But there it is, I’m balanced, and that is a good thing.

      But now I have a big question for myself, and wondering if I have the energy to go through with it. The Ways In is going nowhere, and there’s been no movement cover-wise, but such is my decided lot with that. And writing The Ways Out? Well, um, yeah, I, uh, I’m doodling up the map of a medieval fantasy kingdom. #WriterLife. And yes, it’s making me happy.

      Another shudder-buzz. Yay me.

      Also, it’s mildly possible I’ll have an announcement soon. See how I go.

      In other news, weather continues poorly, quite Melburnian this last week in ye olde Sydney towne. Also Melbourne has been let out to play now the virus is in check, yay! (And I think I have it tough). And I really have nothing further to add.

      I’ll leave it there, short and sweet. Hope you have a good one!

      T. M.