A Long Time in Coming

The months while kind, the muse sometimes is not.

I have had a total lack of inspiration to throw any words to these pages of late. Not, mind you, due to some striking malaise or other depressional depredations akin to the maladies of my mis-spent youth.

No sirs (and gentle-women); things have been so far beyond great that I haven't honestly even thought about it of late.

Normally by now I would have just closed this down, but it looks as if there is slightly more than a handful of folks that are checking this and my other blogs regularly for updates so I will maintain it. Whoever you are, thank you for the continued support - seriously though, leave me a comment or two.

Since last I posted, my life has completely gone a direction askew. I have somehow managed to strike the lottery of love (cheesy aint it) and have become involved in a relationship with a fantastic young lady who in turn thinks that I am just the cat's meow. She has been taking a large bulk of my time of late (he said without regret) but things are starting to level out and we are getting into something of a schedule so I suspect I will soon be back to making regular updates.

For those of you that follow my other blogs - updates are soon coming to that as well. I got rather manic not long ago and completely digitized every 'poem' I have ever written save one. That one (Cycle of the Swan) is just too long, that and it contains alot of material found in my other works. Now all I have to do is upload them via the handy-dandy cut-and-paste-o-matic. That is coming soon. Not too sure why I just didn't post them then...

As for the stories page, that too will be updated. I take a very slow approach to these things and what you see on those pages are largely second drafts - the first draft of each being only in my head. I am a very stream of conciousness writer, and I tried recently to change that. It wasn't the best idea. I went against my own grain and actually tried to plan and plot out the most recent Roo-Dan story and damn near shot myself in the foot in the process. The crippling effects of that excercise were long reaching. It has taken me the better part of four months to unlearn the methodology that I was convinced would make me a better writer.

Thanks in part to S. King, I was able to get back to my roots and focus on what drew me to writing in the first place, telling a god-damn story. I know I will never write like Kipling but I am okay with that. PErsonally, I think Kipling wouldn't be able to write about an orc HALF as well as me.

So yeah...that's what I got. Watch this space for more updates!

Until my ink runs dry, I remain...

Son of Simp