Thursday 1 September 2011

An on/off month.


Back to everything time.

Back to this, back to that, back to routine, back to…..

I know, I know – I’ve had a holiday and I should be brimming with inspiration and wit and repartee (whatever THAT is), but you know what?

I feel like jacking it all in.

What’s the point eh?


Write, write, write, and write for what?

Maybe I should just shut the whole blog down.

Chuck it in, throw in the towel, and disappear into the sunset.


I’ve been looking for a muse, no one has stepped up to the plate and - hey, they don’t even HAVE muses anymore!

Do you know what? I wrote to a muse and asked them to be my muse and they replied – I don’t think I would be very good as a muse!

How can a muse say such a thing?

It’s not amusing.

Someone did say this though – “I’d like to hear what was going on “off-stage” in between the you and HE in August.”

On off stage – I like that.

September could be that…. On off month.

It fits (for me).

It will be a challenge.

I like a challenge.

The photo above gives an idea of what we might get.


Anonymous said...

i said dont go
no matter how wonderful that sunset is

Anonymous said...

As your journal notes quote Wilhelm Stekel: “The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of a mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one”.


With age comes many things -- good and bad. Wisdom, perspective, greater appreciation for life, patience [perhaps], empathy, vulnerability, longing for what might have been and mourning what we believe to be lost.

Take heart, be strong. Chuck Bits N Bobs? Madness.

"For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought." — Edmund Spenser (The Faerie Queene)


popps said...

You speak with much wisdom and encouragement, thank you, i'm off for a search.