these things we call

I've made more posts this year than the last and once again I skipped October. There still hasn't been a post in that month since 2004. That's three years for those who can count. Is that special? Not really! But this year October was to be different. I was to journey many miles for that thing we call whatever we wish.

But it wasn't so, and though it is a little disappointing, I am not bitter nor regretful because I know now that I am indeed capable of putting in the effort where and when it is needed and that there's no conspiring or spiteful concept of fate knocking over houses of cards.

I grew and learned a lot, and I enjoyed every step, every up and down and every soaring height. It was truly a peak in my life - and it's not over, oh no, just suspended you could say, for both our sakes.

I am probably not making sense to many people bar one (besides me), but that's okay. These words must be read and I have been told - nay, commanded! - by the same person to write here. I am a slave. SAVE ME.

I kid!

I have been slack in writing, I admit. My story hasn't died (the one I was working on? Or the one after?) and I have many more in my head, but I have another project on the horizon that is taking priority because otherwise I'll end up broke. Although come to think of it, Rowling was broke and started Harry Potter...

What the hell.

Alright, I'll spill some beans on these imaginary real stories. FINE. Stop begging!

The main story at this time has no title, but is about a guy called Johnny who... well, picture a roller coaster where there's a large dip and then a big rise. Before that is a tame straight. That's his life in a nutshell. Or rather, a cart.

Beyond that you'll have to keep picturing a roller coaster. I have successfully told you nothing about the story but revealed the main character's name! I am good like that, you see.

So what's my other project that's SO important I have to stop hurting brains with my writing? Well, I am to start a driving school. Not sure if it has been mentioned before, but it's the truth. This is the second time I'm decided on it, but times have changed. I am not alone now and I have a bit more motivation - I'm also armed with information, which can be dangerous.

I may appear a clown, but beneath the large shoes and baggy suit I am all genius, baby. Maybe.

That's it for now, I think. I'll do my best to update more and maybe show the big project as it comes along!

- G

Some nights I ask of a star:
"Will you shine forever?"
"Nay," they all say, "We are but mortal
Like any other."
And I know then what eternity is:
The sum of all time
But I always forget this,
So I'll keep asking forever