Bonjour, mes amis <3

The ever-illustrious (.... or not quite) and charming Rae has just finally decided to do NaNoWriMo after years of saying "I don't have time for that!"

This means two things:
1) My unnamed project that has been unfolding here in bits and pieces is on hold as of November first
2) This blog will be seeing a small burst in pieces of the rough draft for my steampunk-inspired mythological fiction, which may or may not be a good thing.
Please ignore anything awful that should be burned and beaten and buried in some Texan desert.

Here goes nothing!

Hello, Real Life, how are you?

You know, I had this all typed up.
It was elegant and it was angry and quite beautiful, if my opinion counts.

But forget that, because layer upon layer all leads up to the same thing:
I am better than that, and I am better than you.
And focusing on lifestyle or hypocrisy or all the things I do hate and have always hated about you - whether as a boyfriend, friend, or even going back to the unbelievable days when we were just acquaintances - don't really matter anymore.

I have no desire to speak to you and haven't in weeks (though I am sorry to demean your apparent blocking and unblocking and reblocking of me? I can pretend it hurts, if you'd like), unless telling you exactly what I think counts and I've always been a little too soft and empathetic to do things like that, but I also have no need for you to know how I feel about the fact that I've been dragged along for weeks with small changes, or had horrendously spelled blog entries written about me (yes, I did see.)
It just doesn't matter.

And that is more wonderful than anything I could ever hope to write.

Studies in Ambiguity

It is not the horrific procession of Amoret, with bleeding hearts in silver basins before Eros, hidden behind veils of ill-intended magic.
It is only a rainstorm, with the challenge to find shelter.

Wireless

headphones on and volume up
contemporary romance connecting
...connecting...
...connecting...
...connecting...
there.

we call it easy,
never ones to be ungrateful
but when those signals disappear
the anxiety settles in,
distance clear