Contrary to the impression you may have gotten, I’ve not yet abandoned this site, and I am still here in some small way. I just haven’t really had the inclination or the energy to put finger to keyboard recently and as a result these pages have stagnated slightly. The same is true of my book reviews over on GoodReads, so my apologies to all who frequent this little corner of the web.
Things have been a little strange over the last few weeks and months. The brain-assassin, that annoying part of my mind that seems determined to lead me to destruction, has been working overtime recently, and to put it bluntly the effort required to ignore her is wearing me out.
Other than posting my monthly lists of books read I’ve been absent from this blog for a short while, though I assure you it’s all in a good cause. I’ve been busy with a number of projects, some writing related, some not so much, and as a result I haven’t had all that much time spare to keep this place in good order. Ho hum.
I know I said I was going to try to keep you all updated regarding my progress towards my self-imposed writing targets this month, and I know that since I said that I’ve only posted one entry on here, and I apologise for not keeping my word. However, in my defence things haven’t gone all that well since my last post.
I’ve been having a bad time just recently, with the downs outweighing the ups by a more than considerable amount. I’ve found myself laying awake most nights listening to the whispers in the darkness, the voice of the brain-assassin as she tells me all of the reasons why I should just give up now and walk away.
I’m one of those people who tends to worry about anything and everything at the drop of a hat. Most of the time I can rationalise the worry and push it to the back of my mind but since last night I’ve been in a very real panic about one thing in particular, so much so that I’ve not been able to think about anything else.