I am in danger of becoming a haphazard blogger...
If anything about blogging, or the blogoshpere that has always bothered me, was finding a neato blog and finding that it has trailed off into nothingness. Now I am not so vain to think that ye olde blog here is super neato and gajillions of people wait with baited breath for the next post. That would take an ego that would be.. unimaginable. But still and all, I should post more then the three times I posted in February. Sigh...
I have no excuse really. It seems when I do have time to scribble away, it is on the blasted novel or some other such project. I am a tinkerer of words. That is the problem really. I have three 'novels' in progress, the blasted novel being the one that is almost ready for editing and beta reading and two others I have taken to tinkering with more and more lately. We will not discuss the dozen or so short stories and the hordes of poems in progress.
Alas, that is what I have been doing lately, and not posting. Even this post is pretty lame really.
But, I found that picture of the coast of Ireland and I have been gazing at it all morning, listening to some soft celtic music and musing and tinkering. Searching for some mental calm and trying to find a center of peace, which I need to find. There is a sentence fragment for ya.. but thats how its been lately for me.
Winter is the pits and I find as I get older, the season gets even more.. pit like. Spring is on the horizon, so thats a good thing. Maybe I will even tinker less and finish more.
We'll see..
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