the happy medium mafia

Apologies for the extended silence. It will probably continue. I'd love to explain what happened, but it would be imprudent to go into specifics. Furthermore, I'm apparently not imaginative enough to phrase the matter in vague enough terms to satisfy my safety needs without sounding like I'm making shit up, I've gone unhinged, or I'm participating in something completely nefarious (and, uh... none of that is true, of course). Believe me, I have tried. The drafts made me laugh but they were not fit for posting.

(I like to think I'm not half bad at pouring my heart out, sparing no detail. And I'm decent at being blandly pleasant while revealing little to nothing of myself. But the happy medium eludes me....)

Not looking very happy.

Anyhow. Be assured that all is well with my family and I don't need any help or advice. My biggest immediate problem is simply that I have to keep my yap shut about precisely the things I'm most inspired to write on, which feels depressing and stifling. Angering, even. I have notes for nearly one hundred original posts that I'm not sure will ever see the light of day. On the bright side, I'm learning to garden. And maybe I can channel my thwarted blogging urges into my novel.

I'll post a bit on relatively harmless subjects as they occur to me. Along with links, quotes, and such. I've made some rather serious playlists on Youtube lately as well.