The End is Nigh! Repent!

So, the end of the world is upon  us!

Again.

Yep, come 12:00 a.m. there is a probability (built on faith and imagination) that the world will end at some point within a 24 hour period.  Delinquents are making bomb/shooting threats all over the place as a result of the Connecticut massacre.  Schools are closing, and the ones that aren't are in such a high level of caution that it's laughable.

But what if it did?  I don't really mean to say that the world will end, but what if something did happen?  Supernatural or otherwise, I secretly long for a change in the dynamic of what we call life.  Change.  Real change.  Something to turn this tired horse of a system on its head and rethink the wheel itself.  Something to jump start advancement away from the tweet-o-sphere.

I don't know why I want something like this to happen.  I guess it's just the sadist in me.  I have goals, most of which require that the system stay just the way it is.  I've always been adept at meandering my way through the monkey bars of the system.  It's not hard to excel when you know the rules and how the machine works.  And more often than not, it's fun.  But how do you become an author if there are no mass forms of publications left after all the nuclear bombs have dropped?  How do you go to school when every major city in the world has been struck with a flesh-eating plague?  How do you thrive as a writer in a society in which the faceless man behind the curtain pulls the strings and silences all dissenters after creating a single world order?

Perhaps that's why I write.  Maybe what I want is change; to break free of the mundane and slide into something exciting and unknown, and that this moment right now breathes the promise of transformation.  Just my luck, I'd be the poor sap who gets an apple caught in his carapace.  Or not.

With Christmas has come a huge influx of Christmas-related projects and gifting, as always.  This double edged sword has given the grace of eliminating my free gaming time in order to be productive but also saps away at my attention from writing.  I can stitch a doll while watching Netflix, but I can't write a poem or dabble in a story with my hands tied up elsewhere.  But soon the nonsense will be over.  Five days, four more gifts, and as many delicious dextrose-sweetened pumpkin cookies as I dare to eat!

I've been thinking about creating another blog - one with purpose.  God knows what I'd talk about though.  Sewing?  Writing?  Frucmal?  Each would be successful, I'm sure.  Sewing would be the most fun, and I don't dare do a video game based blog.  Unless it was intended to be funny.  But I still haven't grasped how to write funny.  It's my kryptonite.  You want dark?  Chaotic?  Dreary?  Sad?  Powerful?  Exciting?  I got that.  But if you want humor?

Nope.

It sucks, because I'm generally a very funny person.  But expressing that in writing is impossible very difficult.  I've tried, and I have the ability to recognize humorous writing, but I just can't seem to get the hang of it.  That should be a project I focus on for the new year.  If there is a new year.

The world is ending, after all.

Well, if tomorrow ends up being just another day, I'll return and type some more as I figure out what do to about life.  If not, here's to the next place: may it be bountiful in joys and capable of delivering an experience to keep the heart racing.

The Return

Oh.

Hello, blog.

Listen, I've been meaning to write and everything, but you know how these things go.  But hey, here I am.  Can't we just let all that nastiness fall away behind us?  Let's move forward.  Together.  Hand in metaphorical appendage symbolizing a bond.

:)

There's a lot going on right now - more than what is necessary to write lest this becomes a journal.  But then again, that's what this particular blog is.  It's just for me.  No stardom here.  No teaching.  Just expression and the blissful existence of traveling through the quiet.

But it's late.  Maybe I'll write something of worth tomorrow.  Or not of worth - just something.  I tried Tumblr in my absence from this blog and hated it.  I guess that's the newest form of blogging, but all I see if artistic stuff/animatd gifs that are either original or reposted with the tiniest and most rare occasions of actual writing.  It's more like a massive, highly active, ever changing image sharing community.

Don't worry though.  I will return.  For at least one post.  Maybe two?  Maybe more.  My fingers yearn to type out words that have stayed just below the surface of my mind for far too long.  I stand at the edge of misery and madness and have rediscovered these tools, these words, sitting delicately in my back pocket, waiting to be used.

These words, this methodology of expression, is my lifeline.  I need it now.

Prepare your anus, blog.  Things may get bumpy.