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I have been visiting, reading, looking around some for the last few days; I will be doing much the same for the rest of this week, then I will be away for nearly a month. Please do not consider me a 'lost cause', if you have noticed at all. I will be traveling home, refocusing, preparing to settle again and write - among other endeavors... When I return, I will attempt to piece together the pages and pages of scenes from a fictional, rather sci-fi story that I have woven ...
....ehhh, I just like blogging. In a way, these may be useful for a longer, non-fiction work in the future - who knows? No one wants to hear 'ramblings' in an actual book anymore; hence the blog. Saves my thoughts, if nothing else. This thought pretty much sums up how I feel about my life at the moment - hopefully I'll get 'back into the driver's seat' again soon. :/ Not too long ago, while making a road trip, things happened that were rather "inconvenient", especially ...
Ah, Spring...and yes, it is here (no matter what the weatherman says). Here in the South - and more specifically, to those like myself - I liken the coming of Spring to winning the lottery. Yyyyyyyyyyessssssss! It's here! Having been 'up here' in Kentucky for the winter, sojourning as I tend to do, I have decided the climate is entirely too arctic for me. No matter the hordes of people who tell me this has been an usually cold season here (or anywhere)...I Want To Go Home! - and ...
and now my sense of humor (to be sure I scare away any potential 'friends' before they waste too much time)...this is in no way meant to poke fun at Southerners (I Am one), mentally challenged (I Am one), or other oddities of nature. It is simply my perspective on what I call "lunch with the folks": *sigh*...It was Sunday, again. Time to make the Monumental Trek to the Land of Sanity, in which I interact with well-meaning SPs (Sane People) who wander through my ...
...eh-eh. Not that I am Nearly so introspective when writing - it's just that, I feel an Introduction is in order. Of all my skills inherent, gained and lost, I feel that writing is my last hope - that which will leave the legacy that is my mind, my perspective, my reality. At middle-age now, only a shadow of my Former Self remains. I see it from time to time; it follows me, mocking me, reminding me of what lies behind. But I must move forward now, ever forward, and do what I can to place that ...
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