Down in my core – I am utterly calm
Within my heart – I am safe from all harm
Inside my mind – all the streets are called ‘Main’
It’s all the same – call me mad call me sane.
(Inspired by a comment on https://tanyatale.wordpress.com/2017/08/11/taletime-shut-up-tanya/)
Perhaps only Truly could get the reference in the title of this post. She has that kind of mind you see. But then again – it might be a stretch, even for her, so I’ve put a clue in the #tags. Because I’m kind like that.
I just saw four bananas go past at the top of the stairs. Two were orange and two were paying attention.
… for Debadrita, because the yellow balloon here wasn’t good enough.
I need to figure out where I’m going with this blog business. I think that I might be losing my way. I don’t feel like I have a real purpose anymore.
Used to be that I just wanted to write stories and test those tales out with the public and see if they passed muster.
But I don’t write stories these days.
I wanted to build up a fan-base so that when I released my novels (to wild acclaim) I could announce them on my blog and people would beg, borrow or even (gasp) buy them so that they could benefit from the insights and entertainments contained therein.
But I can’t even get around to editing them.
Then I got caught up and I revelled in the backwards and forwards of banter between myself and the wonderful WordPress community.
And this is where I am. By and large that’s about all I do now.
Sure – chatting is fine. Yes – friends are wonderful. And if this is all I want, then … this is what I have. But … I don’t know. What about getting to be a better writer and getting my stories out there on the shelves of the bookshops of the world?
I need to think.
He’s quite imaginatively dead.