Super skipped August

I had been doing well enough by my standards…

I hate the excuse of ‘being busy’. We’re all busy. I’d rather say something like - pardon my lateness, I lost my left ear in a freak windmill accident. Instead, I am and have been and will continue to be - busy.

School has started, I’m in Texas, I don’t know anyone so I’ve decided to venture into the new world of ‘joining a group’. I’m not much for groups. I tend to spend a lot of time watching the group, realizing I’m just watching, and then trying to make up for it by over sharing the weird things I’m thinking about. Which can be pretty off putting for some people.

I am working through the third book - slowly. I am being careful. It is much longer than the first two because I felt that torturing myself would be fun. It’s hard when the ending doesn’t feel like it’s the ending. Most times, the end is the end and there is nothing more for it. Other times, like with this one - it would be easy to do what some people do and drag it on and on. But a story must have an end. I do not like adding odd things and events just to keep on for keeping on. I like an ending. This one has an ending.

But to justify the ending, there must be certain moments. Moments require time. And creating time continues to surprise me with the amount of pages this equals. Too many moments suddenly looks like a problem. Will someone even want to keep reading this long - really long - story? I mean, I have. Many times now. Because… I wrote it. But that endless, horribly gasping ghost in the back of me head groans that I’m wasting time.

Then again - it’s my time to waste. Hopefully others will want to escape from their crap and into this world and waste some time with me.