I’ve hit one of those moments that happens with me, from time to time. It’s an issue that’s entirely of my own making, I guess, and nothing that’s particularly unique to me or who I am. Anyone reading this has probably gone through the same, either now or at some point in their life. I’m not special – not in that sense, nor any other. Continue reading Dwindling without Kindling
I hate them. I hate dealing with them. I hate the stress of them.
There’s a propensity for the previously downtrodden to think their troubled past or exclusion from popularity is some kind of excuse, as though they’re the only ones that had it rough. Newsflash, you didn’t. Just because you were an outcast in High School doesn’t mean it’s your turn to cast out others when you’re out.
This happens all too often with me. There is a gap, or some really unreasonable distraction that emerges to wreak havoc on any sense of being orderly. It’s happening a little with my writing at the moment, both in terms of the novels I want to work on, but also with relation to this blog. I have a sense of errgh.
One of the things that’s new to me with this blog, is there seems to be an amazing amount of spam in the comments. Had a look today, and there were somewhere around eighty comments of spam according to what wordpress had caught.
Airline food. No, not trying to do a seinfeld bit. Ooh, but do you remember Seinfeld? Boy, that show was the cat’s pyjamas. This is more of a general post about where I’m going with this, and no, I don’t have much of a point.
The year is almost over. Yeah, you heard me. The year known as dos-oh-un-dos to some… those that’ve just done their bit reading this post, for one… well, it’s ending soon, and here I am with a brand new blog. I’m not sure if that makes this a fantastic time to start a blog, or a fantastically BAD time.