I don't know what to say! I cannot believe I haven't written anything here for so many months. Months that slipped down my throat like overripe canteloupe. Never satisfying, never miserable, just had to be eaten somehow. I guess things have changed since May, but mostly not.
For a handful of years, I was able to mark the time with drastic external changes. But the last three years have just been about this book. No job I did was for itself, no place I lived was just because - everything only to facilitate this book. And still, because of how much effort it took just getting set up for the book - finding the right place, gathering the right materials, making enough money - I never had enough time to just write. Irony is so nauseous. You should never listen to me when I say that things are going fine - they're not. I'm terrified most of the time, wretched with the feeling that I am wholly unequal to this task. But still, it's going along fine. I'm writing, anyway.
I think I'd like to change the format of this page a little bit. Instead of using it as a forum to tease out ideas related to the book (these are all going into the book itself at this point) - I thought I could use it to escape a little. A short story here, a narrative there. Maybe even (gasp, and it's been such a long time) a poem or two. funforkavi.com.
So here we are, me and the book, going along. It's this living thing, my real friend, the only constant. My co-dependent lover. I think I'd enjoy just writing something else every now and then.
So here we are.
