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.

Something

This evening I'm doing something. Something that could lead to something that I would quite like. I'm not going to say what it is because if I do nothing will come of it. And after this something I might talk to some people. I won't tell you about that either, just in case that doesn't come to anything either, even though in the past that part has usually worked out, recently I've been quick to tell everyone about it so of course, the thing didn't end up happening.

I'm also in contact with someone else who should be contacting me soon about something else. This is also something that can be of benefit to me, but I'm not going to tell anyone about it because if I do that won't end up coming to anything either.

So I won't say anything. And don't try to guess, or tell me what you think any of this is about, or even think about it. Put it out of your head entirely.