I have not yet found the reason for why I do this, but I've found recently that I do this to myself well beyond the extent that I am willing to accept.
And "this", is keeping and honoring some sort of ethereal hierarchy in the sequence of execution of certain sub-tasks of a particular task category, that is purely self-imposed.
In this instance, I have not written in this blog, obviously, for a very long time. The truth is that an event so dire took place in my life; so dire that for the longest time I felt that I could not and should not write about anything else until I "honor" that event by writing about it. Moreover, writing about that event was to take so much thought, time, and effort, if I were to "honor" it the way only I could imagine being appropriate, that in the end nothing happened for so many months. Neither have I written about that or anything else. So I just died at this barricade that I built all by myself. Nothing got done, nothing happened.
I should have someone look at that.
I bet that my sister, completing her psychiatry residency at the moment, would be eager to sink her mindgame paws into this issue. But I somehow feel that Mr. Henry McKenna is much better suited for the occasion.
But on that note, I plan to begin writing more... again. I have felt the inspiration for quite some time and until now I just could not dedicate the time to it.
I am also going to start posting regularly the discoveries in two things that seem to follow me wherever I may go:
What's Playing ?
Wild Belle - Keep You
Josh Ritter - Harrisburg
What's Pouring ?
Bell's White Winter Ale
And by the way:
What the Fuck?
