NOSTALGIA IS A WEAPON

The writing is coming back, bit by bit. I still don’t have anything whole to share yet, but there are dozens of fragments floating around, and new ones arriving with a greater frequency than before. As an experiment, I thought I’d open up the folder where all these pieces sit (separate documents for each attempt) and see if anything therein would spark inspiration, or perhaps give me a jumping-off point to continue an unfinished thought. Well. I hadn’t realized the sheer enormity of the aborted efforts. I provide a screenshot of what happens when all text files are opened at once, within the viewpoint of the “all windows” function of Mac OSX’s Exposé:

Um. Yeah. I have some work to do.

As with any neglected skill, my complete lack of writing these past few months has left me rusty and incapable of spitting out anything lucid, it seems. I was never very good at it anyway, but this is just frustrating.

This is just a post to say that I’m at least trying to update again, and to apologize for once again being a bad blogger. Not that I suspect anyone checks here regularly anymore; this place lacks only boarded-up windows and a “for rent” sign on the front porch. I’m still here, despite appearances otherwise. Hopefully I’ll actually have something to share soon.

And thanks to all for the hugs and well-wishes on the last post. I didn’t mean to leave you unacknowledged. You words and thoughts help more than I can tell you.