Pedantic Meander and Fall Stitches
Sometimes you have those moments when nothing will really manifest and complete itself. That . . . that is me as of late. Piles of work come and go, piles more feeling neglected, stacks staring me down, and stacks more waiting to be found. This is the nature of life, I presume. These days I'm sorely attempting to finish edits on two articles and one book, yet abusive emails and demands beyond the caveat of my station consume my fading hours and minutes. There are days, like today, when I know that I will never keep up. Catching up is a mere fantasy fading in the summer days as it turns to fall. Of course, there's also a bit of writer's block. That, I know what that is from . . . So, instead you press on and you look up from your computer screen, riddled with virtual characters streaming together sentences of relative coherence, and a natural beauty arises devoid of a filter.* And then you wallow with a mutt by your side, to only have her ...