It’s May on Friday. You know what that means.
Yes, it means that it’s May, and May is a time when, scholastically speaking, the crowds go wild.
I haven’t been with you, my dear Internet world, at least not for a week. And you know what? It feels like an eternity. But the question we need to ask here is ‘why?’. And the answer to that is because I’ve been busy.
No, not so busy that I couldn’t have posted something earlier, but busy all the same. I mean a lot of stuff has been happening.
First off, the coffee machine broke, which, looking back, was a blessing in disguise, because the new machine we got is terrific. It has one of those timers on it so I can set the coffee up the night before and then… SHAZAMM! – I have morning coffee! I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to get over this.
Writing has been going well. I have outlined a little bit and have the first third (or so) of the story all put in to place. If you know me or have been reading any mote of my writing, you know that I’m a writer. I write, and what I write is an amalgam of It’s not that it’s a cathartic thing for me. I mean it is. But for me it’s more about telling a story – getting it out, on paper, into reality. It’s the clay that needs to be on the spinning wheel, wet and malleable, before engaging with it, to turn it into the masterpiece it has had the potential to be.
Yes. Yes….and yes. Played nine hours of DnD yesterday. Nine hours. Nine. There is a podcast I listen to called Rollplay: Swan Song. It’s on Youtube and you can find it by CLICKING HERE. It’s basically watching other people play DnD, which, in itself, is rad.
In high school I listened to a lot of music. My first cd was the first popular album of the Counting Crows called August and Everything After. Honestly I feel that every song on that album is good. Most of them are really good, but at least all of them can be given the definition of a nice easy ‘solid’ good. One of my very favorites is “Raining in Baltimore.”
There’s a certain feeling that the human soul speaks to, one that makes it feel very full. This is one of those songs that makes my soul feel full.
I don’t listen to much any more, not nearly as much as I did back in the day. We go through phases, right?
It’s one of my great joys, actually, but nothing of late has truly piqued my interest. I started reading R. A. Salvatore, then didn’t like the writing so I put it down, then really liked the world, so I picked it up again. And now somewhere between putting down and picking up. Steve would tell me to either shit or get off the pot.
I’m also ready Macbeth. Shakespeare is truly the man (supposedly).
That’s where things stand, dear friends. I welcome your comments on any of the above or just to say hello and check in. I miss you all and, in a word or two, will tell you that life in NY is lovely. Again May’s Friday, or Friday’s May, if you prefer. Happy Birthday, Mom!
Flowers, Flowers, and more Flowers.