Rambles - Of late.

Of late, I haven’t been reading as much as I’d been wanting to, and it shows. I tend to lose it more often when I don’t. It, I say.

But it is hard – setting yourself targets while continuously faltering and failing to achieve them – and sooner rather than later, it has to have taken its toll. Sooner in my case. I haven’t been doing anything much really; such has been the story from the start of this god forsaken pandemic. Much could be cursed and damned right about now, but somehow I don’t feel like doing it – slamming my head against a wall and wondering how I got hurt, I mean. Life has been slow, well considering how mine had never quite reached turbo to begin with, it’s been terribly slow. The rain helps – it’s strange but I was always one for sunshine – but it does, it really does. Some days are definitely better than others but it also leaves some well worse off too, so much for the glass-half-full clan – it never is. Always been empty, stupid of you to think anything but.

Reading begets writing – the ever-so-pretentious, why-doesn’t-the-world-revolve-around-me writers would never quite fail to remind you that, but they are right, in a totally I-know-it-but-I’m-not-going-to-do-anything-about-it kind of way. Hush..well, they say writing about what’s keeping you from writing can be therapeutic, they is me, guess we’ll know. So long.