I know I swear up and down every time I will update more than once a year, and I’m inclined to do it again, but we all know the probability. I won’t say. Please don’t you say it, either.
A lot of things are happening in the world, as things do, but it’s like they’re all clambering too fast and crashing in on top of each other. It feels like there’s no room to breathe, to open your mouth to let anything in or out. I once again find myself in a spot where I want to scream and cry and sing and laugh and beg and flail in response to it all, against all of it and in the face of all of it. I want to commit sudden acts of affection on all of you, each of you one at a time and all at once, just so you can say you have at least one positive thing to report for the day: someone loved you, it was surprising, it was strange and not unpleasant(?), it wasn’t bad news. Any combination there of. All of the above.
I don’t have enough tea in my office to bring myself back down (up?), so of course my heart isn’t really in anything I’m doing today. It’s kind of all over the place. My day job– thank goodness– is super quiet today, which would normally be a great time to scribble all over whatever scratch pads or sticky notes I have on hand. All Hallow’s Read is coming. I should be writing. All my internal ink wells are being uncooperative. I guess you could try to claim hopping around twitter and tumblr and the rest of the internet is a kind of refilling process? Taking in new information and letting my head spin new thoughts from scraps and FEELINGS and life? (Good grief, this post is such a mess already–) Well, it’s not inaccurate, I guess?
Just so I have something to show for myself for the day, I decided to clean out my desk a bit. I’ve apparently been stashing more snippets than I thought in the pen drawer. It wasn’t exactly a rat’s nest? But it did kinda look like a poor attempt to build a paper home in a too tiny space. I’ve collected some of them here for you in case you’re curious.
That’s more or less all I wanted to say. Lost things. Found things. As ever, life is never the adventure we quite want, and definitely not one we ever really expect. I love you all. Be as safe as can be, please.