Hi Guys,
It's been a while since I called you that, and since I wrote anything, and the good news is I've signed up to some writing groups on Meetup and going to shove myself back in. Unfortunately I'm in a really fraught position and monetarily stressed - but apparently you have to be in rental arrears (and have proof of being in rental arrears) to qualify for hardship... and maybe its another week on bread and peanut butter, milk for tea and breakfast... but I've survived 36 years of abject torment, parental neglect and abuse (thanks mum), being moved around a lot, picked on in a number of schools, sexually abused - touched up by a family friend several times, my scoutmaster giving me "sex education" (an inter-thigh quickie) twice, and the stranger who's car I got into the FOURTH time I ran away, trying to escape my home situation...
Yes, when they say "don't get into a stranger's car, bad things will happen to you" listen to that sage advice. Yeah, they do bad things. And when you're in a bad place and indentured to abuse (thanks, my scoutmaster) you'll go through it though PTSD will come back and haunt you in about 14 years - I know that fo shizzle.
Speaking of fo shizzle I'm actually looking forward to Superfly - if only for the epic cars but should be good to get some good old blacksploitation especially after Luke Cage and Black Panther (Luke Cage FTW in my opinion - I miss netflix, they need an on demand where you can just watch a few shows, or pay for them like vids on YouTube).
Back to the basics, heres links to my YouTube channel, tomorrow (7th August 2018) I'm embarking on my new journey, my purpose in life, and its going to be busking to start with but I know a way forward now. And hopefully it will lead to the entirety of my grandiose company vision that's still hard to pin down and going to take a bit to prove it will work - viability vs business plan, the struggles.
I know I've said it before, but this is real now, and I'm going into the world tomorrow - after church and the nanna's reading group (and tea and biscuits, so awesome). And after I get some cash up and get to the bank, I'm going to do what I wanted to do but with the people who really need to be interviewed, since we all walk past them and I have too, but that's interview the homeless - and make them a cup of tea or coffee. I know, I'm so nice, charity from the heart, Jesus points and all that.
Not for a rise, or my ego, but because it's the right and kind thing to do, to be truly chivalrous. What's that you say, chivalry is dead? Well I'll say straight back, LONG LIVE CHIVALRY!!!!!
Here's the links, and to you lot, I'm so proud to be able to say this again,
Have a good one!
And no, I don't take life that seriously:
Your CWAGmire playlist on PooTube
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Me on Faceplant
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The Torment, The Shadow, The Heart on Faceplant (soon to become TM Shannon - The Authornator)
https://www.facebook.com/TheTormentTheShadowTheHeart/
Pinstergram, $#itter links to follow of course!!!
Monday, 6 August 2018
Thursday, 26 July 2018
And just when you thought your coming was prophetic, in go the sedatives
So life went pearshaped on me, and I went pearshaped on life... ugh been a mostly positive week since but now... yeah not so much.
Sigh.
Today was meant to be a great week. Was great, then became less great, good, okay, on the mediocre side, and now? Just about flat arse broke.........
F. M. L...
And with that I guess I feel a little better. Better than nothing I suppose.
Oh well, I started a business. I have no capital (yet), But locked and loaded and fired up a YouTube channel.
But its been a joyous mess until today brought me back to earth... kinder than last week but still back down. And now, like I've done so many times before, I'm starting again.
Yeah, that last post was evidence of a psychotic break. It was a happy one, relatively, but a break nonetheless. I knocked over some signs, said a brief sermon on the steps of St Mary's Catharsis in Sydney, got the cops called on me, went in an ambulance in handcuffs (personal request), got psych evaluated, tried to walk out of St Vincent's hospital... and then had a very nice sleepy time. It's going to look awesome when I do a Benny Hill version (cop felt me up... nah it didn't do anything for him either).
But yeah, these are the dangers. I have mental illnesses. My life has been shit of late. I've still not learned my lesson. But I've got bread and butter in the fridge, a bucket load of coins, and things to do - sure I've been hoping for a miracle, but think I had mine already... well, every day seems lucky sometimes.
Oh well, back to the grind, trying to get somewhere, feeling like I'm getting nowhere, fighting again when I'm tired of fighting myself. I hope its the last time I sink this far, I hate it. I just wish I could be normal.
What else is there to do but go out into the world and make something of this nothing? It has a bit of a lofty goal, sure, but why the hell not? Here's hoping I can brighten someone's day and make them famous for a bit, if only for their friends. I'll get it somewhere, but for now I want to enter the world and bring the world back to me... okay, my city for now, but then total world domin.... ahhh meds kicking in again (lol).
This quagmire of ours asks for a hero. This minor hero - if only you knew the pain - wants to mend your quagmire, though maybe I can't. Still, it's worth a shot.
Hello, for real this time. I'm Trent Michael Shannon, and I'm ready to ask questions, question perceptions, try to bring you up to the boundaries of authority and maybe teach you to let go of yours. Its going to be, well, an interesting ride, and you guys are going to be in the lens for a change.
Time to say it out loud. I aim to be Your CWAGmire - that is, your "Christ" With A GoPro making it really interesting.
Ooh, did I say the other "C" word? Yes I did - it's nothing more than an allusion to the fact I happen to think similarly to that teacher turned preacher... treacher?... born about 4BC and died like 30AD - 33AD, you know the guy, big sun disc behind his head according to his profile pic. Its his title of office, his ideals, his wisdom, his pissing off the Pharisees to no end with payment of his taxes. Pretty much where I was like, "Wow."
Now about that GoPro.... fine I'll use my phone and my laptop until I can afford one. Sometime tomorrow, after thirty Hail Mary's (popping my cherry and that cyst in my left knee!) and a trip to Centrelink (documents not quite right, need printing and refiling, but trip out the house at least!), I'm going to start with just me, and a famous book, who's name means, "Book." Yep, imaginative.
Because my parents taught me, if I'm going to do a job, then do it right. My next Job? Go Catholic. Yep, been running away from a bunch of people wishing lost souls like me because how can the infinite be defined... Oh that simply? Done.
No I wont be preaching, but interpreting. Taking meaning and applying my knowledge and wisdom to a very misunderstood and sometimes quite mystical narrative.
And THEN I'll bother you with questions completely unrelated to this sudden change of tack in my life, at the cost of making you famous - on my YouTube channel at least. Here goes something...
Sigh.
Today was meant to be a great week. Was great, then became less great, good, okay, on the mediocre side, and now? Just about flat arse broke.........
F. M. L...
And with that I guess I feel a little better. Better than nothing I suppose.
Oh well, I started a business. I have no capital (yet), But locked and loaded and fired up a YouTube channel.
But its been a joyous mess until today brought me back to earth... kinder than last week but still back down. And now, like I've done so many times before, I'm starting again.
Yeah, that last post was evidence of a psychotic break. It was a happy one, relatively, but a break nonetheless. I knocked over some signs, said a brief sermon on the steps of St Mary's Catharsis in Sydney, got the cops called on me, went in an ambulance in handcuffs (personal request), got psych evaluated, tried to walk out of St Vincent's hospital... and then had a very nice sleepy time. It's going to look awesome when I do a Benny Hill version (cop felt me up... nah it didn't do anything for him either).
But yeah, these are the dangers. I have mental illnesses. My life has been shit of late. I've still not learned my lesson. But I've got bread and butter in the fridge, a bucket load of coins, and things to do - sure I've been hoping for a miracle, but think I had mine already... well, every day seems lucky sometimes.
Oh well, back to the grind, trying to get somewhere, feeling like I'm getting nowhere, fighting again when I'm tired of fighting myself. I hope its the last time I sink this far, I hate it. I just wish I could be normal.
What else is there to do but go out into the world and make something of this nothing? It has a bit of a lofty goal, sure, but why the hell not? Here's hoping I can brighten someone's day and make them famous for a bit, if only for their friends. I'll get it somewhere, but for now I want to enter the world and bring the world back to me... okay, my city for now, but then total world domin.... ahhh meds kicking in again (lol).
This quagmire of ours asks for a hero. This minor hero - if only you knew the pain - wants to mend your quagmire, though maybe I can't. Still, it's worth a shot.
Hello, for real this time. I'm Trent Michael Shannon, and I'm ready to ask questions, question perceptions, try to bring you up to the boundaries of authority and maybe teach you to let go of yours. Its going to be, well, an interesting ride, and you guys are going to be in the lens for a change.
Time to say it out loud. I aim to be Your CWAGmire - that is, your "Christ" With A GoPro making it really interesting.
Ooh, did I say the other "C" word? Yes I did - it's nothing more than an allusion to the fact I happen to think similarly to that teacher turned preacher... treacher?... born about 4BC and died like 30AD - 33AD, you know the guy, big sun disc behind his head according to his profile pic. Its his title of office, his ideals, his wisdom, his pissing off the Pharisees to no end with payment of his taxes. Pretty much where I was like, "Wow."
Now about that GoPro.... fine I'll use my phone and my laptop until I can afford one. Sometime tomorrow, after thirty Hail Mary's (popping my cherry and that cyst in my left knee!) and a trip to Centrelink (documents not quite right, need printing and refiling, but trip out the house at least!), I'm going to start with just me, and a famous book, who's name means, "Book." Yep, imaginative.
Because my parents taught me, if I'm going to do a job, then do it right. My next Job? Go Catholic. Yep, been running away from a bunch of people wishing lost souls like me because how can the infinite be defined... Oh that simply? Done.
No I wont be preaching, but interpreting. Taking meaning and applying my knowledge and wisdom to a very misunderstood and sometimes quite mystical narrative.
And THEN I'll bother you with questions completely unrelated to this sudden change of tack in my life, at the cost of making you famous - on my YouTube channel at least. Here goes something...
Saturday, 6 May 2017
I know, it's been a while. I am doing some writing but there's something else I wanted to say...
Hi all, and Happy May.
And not surprising, the writing is taking some time, but I think I know what the problem is. Oh and then there's the fact I'm finding writing the middle section challenging on personal grounds I unfortunately can't tell you without giving away the plot. But I have put the first chapter up as a sample, so kindly enjoy!
Life has at least settled, I'm in a new place where the rent is cheaper which is a nice bonus, and work and the weather both continue well. I have been sidetracked with a bit too much gaming (I heart Skyrim all these years later, and still heart running around with vampire hottie Serana, and shouting people off cliffs, and getting my stealth archery skills down pat - not bad for a Redguard in heavy armour lol). And a few other things.
Point in practice having depression and anxiety, even thinking about watching shows like 13 Reasons Why and satisfying curiosity by reading the plot on Wikipedia can be a pretty tough affair. Being a writer I also have my creative issues but those aside, and initial dismissal put to rest, yeah, nah, I won't be putting myself through it and leave me in a tearful, pained mass on the floor. But gotta hand it to the author and to Netflix, I've ended up thinking a fair bit about the issue of suicide.
It is something that's touched my life. Personally, I have held a knife at my wrist, and if not for that voice telling me not to waste myself, I could be a statistic. Someone I know committed suicide, that last ditched act of desperation robbing this world of someone with a most mischievous smile. Another person I knew through going through mental health services also died in circumstances that could also have been suicide, it wasn't 100% clear at the time.
There is a point to all of what I'm saying, and its not just something 13 Reasons brings up. See, the girl I knew who committed suicide, it was mentioned briefly that she, like I, had gone through sexual assault. At the funeral, the pastor said that this wasn't something that needed to be discussed. Likely this was meant to consider what positive memory we had of Skye, but I always felt that this was sweeping a very important issue under the rug.
There are a lot of agencies dedicated to discussion of the issue of suicide. Dedicated to reducing "stigma" (I hate the very mention of the unhelpful word, and the unhelpful process of "reducing stigma"). Indeed, they want to reduce the suicide statistics, and some of them have taken issue to 13 Reasons Why - they have their reasons, so be it. But I feel that we're just talking about the end result of suicide, not the things that lead up to it.
What's the point in a title? That there's more than one reason a person might seek to end their life. But what can it imply? That we can not only make changes in our world that, someone falling towards the edges can seek help and be directed towards it (looking at you, poorly plotted character - I'll leave you all to guess which one), but we can make changes in our world that lead us to, as Jerry Springer said best, "be good to yourselves, and each other."
Because, let's face it, while there are actions we may wish we'd never taken ourselves that can lead us into dreadful thinking of dire outcomes, there are actions we may take unto others that can lead them into that very same place. If we're going to talk about suicide, then we'd better talk about being nice to each other, acting in ways for each other's betterment and not cut-throated, juvenile, puerile cold-heartedness that leads to calls of bleeding hearts when someone says we should be nice to each other.
We need to go further than if you're thinking of harming yourself, it's okay, you can reach out. We need to get solid on if you've been harmed, badmouthed, bullied, sexually assaulted, neglected, not listened to by an adult, witnessed trauma, anything... yes, you can reach out, and yes, there are people who will listen to you and gladly help you get help. In fact I implore you to, because there are plenty of avenues away from that dreadful edge, and even if you have to travel those avenues for the rest of your life, believe me, the world and the people in it are much better for you being here.
Because yes, we will miss you if you weren't here. And those who say they won't or urge you to cross over the edge (a frightful online occurrence that has been reported on) are evil scumbuckets who deserve to be ignored.
Sorry to get all deep and meaningful, but it's been floating around in my head for a couple of weeks now, and having my conditions makes it something I'm passionate about. And with that, I'm going to try and get back to my writing.
Take it easy, all, and lets celebrate being nice to one another. Humans achieve a lot when they group together in the face of adversity.
T.M.
And not surprising, the writing is taking some time, but I think I know what the problem is. Oh and then there's the fact I'm finding writing the middle section challenging on personal grounds I unfortunately can't tell you without giving away the plot. But I have put the first chapter up as a sample, so kindly enjoy!
Life has at least settled, I'm in a new place where the rent is cheaper which is a nice bonus, and work and the weather both continue well. I have been sidetracked with a bit too much gaming (I heart Skyrim all these years later, and still heart running around with vampire hottie Serana, and shouting people off cliffs, and getting my stealth archery skills down pat - not bad for a Redguard in heavy armour lol). And a few other things.
Point in practice having depression and anxiety, even thinking about watching shows like 13 Reasons Why and satisfying curiosity by reading the plot on Wikipedia can be a pretty tough affair. Being a writer I also have my creative issues but those aside, and initial dismissal put to rest, yeah, nah, I won't be putting myself through it and leave me in a tearful, pained mass on the floor. But gotta hand it to the author and to Netflix, I've ended up thinking a fair bit about the issue of suicide.
It is something that's touched my life. Personally, I have held a knife at my wrist, and if not for that voice telling me not to waste myself, I could be a statistic. Someone I know committed suicide, that last ditched act of desperation robbing this world of someone with a most mischievous smile. Another person I knew through going through mental health services also died in circumstances that could also have been suicide, it wasn't 100% clear at the time.
There is a point to all of what I'm saying, and its not just something 13 Reasons brings up. See, the girl I knew who committed suicide, it was mentioned briefly that she, like I, had gone through sexual assault. At the funeral, the pastor said that this wasn't something that needed to be discussed. Likely this was meant to consider what positive memory we had of Skye, but I always felt that this was sweeping a very important issue under the rug.
There are a lot of agencies dedicated to discussion of the issue of suicide. Dedicated to reducing "stigma" (I hate the very mention of the unhelpful word, and the unhelpful process of "reducing stigma"). Indeed, they want to reduce the suicide statistics, and some of them have taken issue to 13 Reasons Why - they have their reasons, so be it. But I feel that we're just talking about the end result of suicide, not the things that lead up to it.
What's the point in a title? That there's more than one reason a person might seek to end their life. But what can it imply? That we can not only make changes in our world that, someone falling towards the edges can seek help and be directed towards it (looking at you, poorly plotted character - I'll leave you all to guess which one), but we can make changes in our world that lead us to, as Jerry Springer said best, "be good to yourselves, and each other."
Because, let's face it, while there are actions we may wish we'd never taken ourselves that can lead us into dreadful thinking of dire outcomes, there are actions we may take unto others that can lead them into that very same place. If we're going to talk about suicide, then we'd better talk about being nice to each other, acting in ways for each other's betterment and not cut-throated, juvenile, puerile cold-heartedness that leads to calls of bleeding hearts when someone says we should be nice to each other.
We need to go further than if you're thinking of harming yourself, it's okay, you can reach out. We need to get solid on if you've been harmed, badmouthed, bullied, sexually assaulted, neglected, not listened to by an adult, witnessed trauma, anything... yes, you can reach out, and yes, there are people who will listen to you and gladly help you get help. In fact I implore you to, because there are plenty of avenues away from that dreadful edge, and even if you have to travel those avenues for the rest of your life, believe me, the world and the people in it are much better for you being here.
Because yes, we will miss you if you weren't here. And those who say they won't or urge you to cross over the edge (a frightful online occurrence that has been reported on) are evil scumbuckets who deserve to be ignored.
Sorry to get all deep and meaningful, but it's been floating around in my head for a couple of weeks now, and having my conditions makes it something I'm passionate about. And with that, I'm going to try and get back to my writing.
Take it easy, all, and lets celebrate being nice to one another. Humans achieve a lot when they group together in the face of adversity.
T.M.
Tuesday, 14 March 2017
"Well, well, well... Look who's come crawling back."
Hey all,
Yes, its a bit like the mocking of Lisa Simpson's brain, having hauling my way back to some semblance of reality after everything else bailed out of the pool. For the writing, definitely, and also the old private life which ended up going a bit skewiff...off tangent...batcrap crazy (I have pages of these I can go on).
And yeah, been a while since coming back here. Thems the breaks for having depression and anxiety while working two jobs to fund the writing habit which festered as it happens on the backburner of a backburner that is "I really should write."
At least the previous days I've been able to make some headway in Three Ways so maybe there'll be a book sometime next year, but as with most of my writing I get restive and sometimes excitable and up and down like its nobody's business - but that's the creative side and it somehow seems to work. And that was something of a relief.
I can waffle on at times, but this one really is going to be short and sweet. Short story is I'm now flatmate hunting, got a couple of clear days this week to squeeze some more writing in, I've sold out and gotten Telstra mobile broadband, and I really need to sort out the repressed go out on a shindig side again (and that's going to be fun).
Here's cheers at least for getting going with the writing again, and of course my usual hope that whoever you are reading this, you (as always) have a good one.
Other than that, expect some more blogging and maybe some writing progress updates (and that sample chapter I promised) soon. The only thing I can't be certain of is exactly HOW soon that'll be.
Fingers crossed all,
T. M.
Yes, its a bit like the mocking of Lisa Simpson's brain, having hauling my way back to some semblance of reality after everything else bailed out of the pool. For the writing, definitely, and also the old private life which ended up going a bit skewiff...off tangent...batcrap crazy (I have pages of these I can go on).
And yeah, been a while since coming back here. Thems the breaks for having depression and anxiety while working two jobs to fund the writing habit which festered as it happens on the backburner of a backburner that is "I really should write."
At least the previous days I've been able to make some headway in Three Ways so maybe there'll be a book sometime next year, but as with most of my writing I get restive and sometimes excitable and up and down like its nobody's business - but that's the creative side and it somehow seems to work. And that was something of a relief.
I can waffle on at times, but this one really is going to be short and sweet. Short story is I'm now flatmate hunting, got a couple of clear days this week to squeeze some more writing in, I've sold out and gotten Telstra mobile broadband, and I really need to sort out the repressed go out on a shindig side again (and that's going to be fun).
Here's cheers at least for getting going with the writing again, and of course my usual hope that whoever you are reading this, you (as always) have a good one.
Other than that, expect some more blogging and maybe some writing progress updates (and that sample chapter I promised) soon. The only thing I can't be certain of is exactly HOW soon that'll be.
Fingers crossed all,
T. M.
Wednesday, 21 September 2016
Change for the (writier) Better - At Least, That's The Plan
Hi guys,
Well, it's been interesting since the last post, made so by my own hand and even an unexpected external influence.
Needless to say, I did go pretty personal last post, so be it this is the complex person I am and even with all the darker journeys forced upon me and all the other stuff I wouldn't change anything in the least. As it happened, one person in particular chanced upon my blog and even on Faceplant (the modern equivalent of ye olde phone booke) and got in contact with me to tell me more about my paternal grandfather - a man I'd never met.
Sure enough, after doing the careful fishing to ensure it wasn't a scam, there was the description of my great grandparents' house, doing the family tree search and coming up with mine and my sister's name, and filling in parts of the story I didn't know and don't recall being told by anyone. A brief email exchange, and I was told about a man who was intelligent and with a wicked sense of humour - exactly how I'd describe my own father, and myself.
My guess is the influence ran in the family; I'd never known my paternal grandfather was a sheetmetal worker (probably where my dad gets his Labor-voting, blue collar ethic from). And not knowing he was pretty serious on the Catholic front, for some reason or another he became a brother of the Redemptorist Order and apparently did a 13 year Gesthemane journey - which ended in 2013 with his death.
So, sadly, I won't have the pleasure of meeting him, and all I have is knowledge that he, too, has his own difficulties in life. Whether I'll pursue it further or just be thankful of the knowledge gained so far, I'm not sure. But I know for certain that things like this can come out of the blue, clear of coincidence, and the world truly is a small place since I was tracked down from NZ by the online method.
There, of course, goes the cereal, here comes the shocking bit to ensure I can do the thing I love the most and write - I quit my office job and am embarking on a search for something in hospitality closer to home. Hate to say it, but the office just does my head in, not withstanding the up to 1.5 hour commute to a job kept because it was closer to my old home before departing; that commute and the executive functioning needed for an impersonal job staring at a computer screen was eating into my creativity, which I'm truly good at.
So far, I'm up to the looking so the writing is still a bit of a backburning pot, and I'm hopeful to find work before I have to find my way to the welfare office (I'm not going there but lets just say I can't afford rent, phone, internet, power, paying off a car, etc. at the same time on welfare) or take up a street charity sales job or god forbid something graveyard shifty to prevent that stop-gap step of becoming the LNP's public enemy number one - people looking for work.
Yeah, I'd go cleaner first, I know me and life on the dole too well. On the plus side can't call me a bludger, if welfare is the only step its the only step but only for a short time I hope :). But trust me to make my life interesting, and get back onto the Three Ways bandwagon and see if I can't come out with a book before New Years Eve.
On that note, I'm going back to my other three applications for present and get ready for my trial tonight at a place just up the road from me (close = yeah!). Will catch up maybe soon, maybe not, depends how I feel, but hopefully back to the writing before long.
As always, have a good one!
T.M.
Well, it's been interesting since the last post, made so by my own hand and even an unexpected external influence.
Needless to say, I did go pretty personal last post, so be it this is the complex person I am and even with all the darker journeys forced upon me and all the other stuff I wouldn't change anything in the least. As it happened, one person in particular chanced upon my blog and even on Faceplant (the modern equivalent of ye olde phone booke) and got in contact with me to tell me more about my paternal grandfather - a man I'd never met.
Sure enough, after doing the careful fishing to ensure it wasn't a scam, there was the description of my great grandparents' house, doing the family tree search and coming up with mine and my sister's name, and filling in parts of the story I didn't know and don't recall being told by anyone. A brief email exchange, and I was told about a man who was intelligent and with a wicked sense of humour - exactly how I'd describe my own father, and myself.
My guess is the influence ran in the family; I'd never known my paternal grandfather was a sheetmetal worker (probably where my dad gets his Labor-voting, blue collar ethic from). And not knowing he was pretty serious on the Catholic front, for some reason or another he became a brother of the Redemptorist Order and apparently did a 13 year Gesthemane journey - which ended in 2013 with his death.
So, sadly, I won't have the pleasure of meeting him, and all I have is knowledge that he, too, has his own difficulties in life. Whether I'll pursue it further or just be thankful of the knowledge gained so far, I'm not sure. But I know for certain that things like this can come out of the blue, clear of coincidence, and the world truly is a small place since I was tracked down from NZ by the online method.
There, of course, goes the cereal, here comes the shocking bit to ensure I can do the thing I love the most and write - I quit my office job and am embarking on a search for something in hospitality closer to home. Hate to say it, but the office just does my head in, not withstanding the up to 1.5 hour commute to a job kept because it was closer to my old home before departing; that commute and the executive functioning needed for an impersonal job staring at a computer screen was eating into my creativity, which I'm truly good at.
So far, I'm up to the looking so the writing is still a bit of a backburning pot, and I'm hopeful to find work before I have to find my way to the welfare office (I'm not going there but lets just say I can't afford rent, phone, internet, power, paying off a car, etc. at the same time on welfare) or take up a street charity sales job or god forbid something graveyard shifty to prevent that stop-gap step of becoming the LNP's public enemy number one - people looking for work.
Yeah, I'd go cleaner first, I know me and life on the dole too well. On the plus side can't call me a bludger, if welfare is the only step its the only step but only for a short time I hope :). But trust me to make my life interesting, and get back onto the Three Ways bandwagon and see if I can't come out with a book before New Years Eve.
On that note, I'm going back to my other three applications for present and get ready for my trial tonight at a place just up the road from me (close = yeah!). Will catch up maybe soon, maybe not, depends how I feel, but hopefully back to the writing before long.
As always, have a good one!
T.M.
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