I cannot wait for my writing energy to return from the war. I am almost done with moving and it feels like I’m fighting an uphill battle. I want to be done already!
Boy Genius just invited me to hang out with him and one of his primary partners tomorrow! I can’t go cuz I’ll be busy getting beaten and pissed on and dying one million deaths. But the invitation is a good sign about possibly doing private play! And it reminds me that I’ve actually succeeded in making new friends. Ppl like me for some reason. Probably because when they hurt me, I thank them and keep coming back for more.
I have been so MIA I am sorry!! pure laziness on my part so it’s ridiculously early right now 6.45am and I have been awake since 5am you can totally see how fatigued I look! Couple hours of sleep due to bad dreams. I have a doctors appointment at 8.40am and I am already at the hospital -.- hubby dropped me on the way to work which means I am already here waaaaay early so what do I do? I take a hospital bathroom selfie! my ootd consists of my work out gear as I’m heading to the gym after my appointment not gonna be fun I have noo energy at all but I will conquer I hope everyone has a wonderful day
The city has always been the haze on the horizon as day slips into night, always just over there and never quite right here. Tomorrow I slip into that light pollution like a smog, and abscond to London. It’s been a long time coming, and I’ve bathed in the abdominal juices of the countryside for far too long. My toes have got all wrinkly.
It almost seems a cliché, the writer headed into the city to city to suck in the grime of the streets, absorb all the Dickens he can manage before regurgitating it out into the waiting beaks of… whoever. But the countryside is steeped in literary thought too, clichés are soaked into the earth. Stereotypes are unavoidable, so many bumpers in the pinball machine that is trying to get words on the page. But somehow I’ve managed that particular task, and now I’m going to try my hand at a few others.
This extended, rambling preamble is my way of an apology, boys and girls. Unfortunately this Tumblr isn’t run on the sheer force of my will (mores the pity), but more a shaky collaboration between myself and the faceless hivemind of the internet. They let me post so long as I’ve got a connection, and me transplanting myself from greenery into the grey of the urban sprawl means I’m going to be without a connection for a week or so. Which means, sadly, no posts.
So if tomorrow evening rolls around and you find yourself glancing upwards and the sky, a quizzical furrow in your brow and a tear forming ever so slowly in your eye, know that it’s going to all be all right, that I will be back, at some point in the future. Besides, don’t be such a wuss about it. It’s just words on the internet. You’ll survive.
Let’s just hope I don’t get mugged, beaten and left for dead within five minutes of entering the city. I heard that’s par for the course for country boys.
Maybe I should stay in Hampshire after all. I could work on my Mr Darcy impression.
