To Purify Our Misfits Ways
Here am I
Whole at last with a golden view
Looking for hope
And I hope it’s you
So, blogging, regularly – it just won’t happen, ey? Well, nevermind that, I’m bringing you a new post here! Rejoice. Today’s theme is absolutely random, in other words, I have no theme. I flipped through some old posts from a couple of years back and I miss the days where I actually wrote often enough to use this blog as a place to write about my days, and the weekends, and whatever random stuff I was up to. Now it’s more of a once-a-month deal (if that much) where I write some cryptic depressive shit that nobody understands (or wants to understand, even). But honestly, we all love a bit of angst and depression, right?
My life isn’t so depressing nowadays, though, which I guess you’ll be surprised to hear. November has been quite good, what with my birthday (the 3rd), Fleet Foxes (the 6th) and the annual Christmas party (last night). In short, I don’t have many complaints. November is, as you should all know, NaNoWriMo – National Novel Writing Month. Like last year, I’m participating, and like last year, I’m lagging behind like crazy. But at least I’ve beaten the 7000 words from last year. (Doubled it, actually, as we’re speaking.) But no matter how interesting tales of writing and reading are, the good stuff is what’s going on inside. The only problem is that, for you, random gray mass of Internet, that post won’t be addressed. What with you being a random gray mass of people from wherever who could be whoever and all of you can read this… Well, you know, perhaps not such good idea.
But I could tell you that my main character in my book has met somebody who might be giving her some not-quite-innocent butterflies in her stomach, however inappropriate those butterflies might be. Or they have been there a while, possibly as larva, and now they’ve come out of their coccoon. And now I have a horribly disgusting image in my head of my main characters stomach filled with larva. Ew.
Point being: this has been a random post without point, and were it not for the fact that I feel so guilty about not posting anything for so long then I would probably have deleted this and lived another day, but alas. Maybe this can mark a change, though – maybe SisMid will return, stronger than ever? Time will tell. (And time will tell a lot of other things as well. Butterflies, people. Butterflies.)
[Song: Crystal Days | Artist: Echo And The Bunnymen]
