Saturday, August 12, 2017

An appearance

I thought I'd show up here again just to say something... "something" That's all I really have to say for now, going through one of those periods. It's not exactly writer's block, more a writer's, um, what's the word? I guess it's a block, at least a lack of imagination regarding ways to turn what I'm experiencing and feeling into a semi coherent narrative with a catch or a hook or whatever you call it without actually telling anyone anything of detail. Or maybe I just did. So, in case you were wondering and perhaps there is a sole soul out there who does, the situation I wrote about in my previous posting has not changed. I'm still waiting, whenever I make a point to think about it which I don't. I'm living a weird mix of doomed and a charmed life. At some point this will change, but fortunately I have plenty of distractions to help me not dwell it, I've got my shows, four cats and have even been known to go out to an establishment more than once this month, so it's cool. That's all. I guess it was sort of something, whatever it is.

6 comments:

lekkerman said...

It's good to know you're not begging on the streets :)

Michelle said...

I wish I had enough nerve to do that, preferably with guitar, but I'm too shy.

lekkerman said...

Busking isn't begging, it's street performance.

I can't square your online persona with your claim to be shy. Always, I've thought of you as fearless. Indeed, in the early days I was a little intimidated by you!

Michelle said...

oh if I sat there strumming a guitar and "singing" it would basically be begging. I like to think I can strive for something better, but one would have to practice considerably, and one is rather lazy.

lekkerman said...

I think one has to be obsessive, or as near as dammit, to become proficient at anything. I just don't obsess enough. This leads to giving up far too easily.

Michelle said...

'tis true, 'tis very true, and I like to think I can, if I just put my mind to it, will, for once in my life, at this stage, finally put in all the work for long enough to be excellent at something, but then I'm like, not