Yeah reader, no excuses, I know. I've not been writing here as much as I promised I would. In fact, it's only because I've been incredibly busy with other writing endeavors and every attempt I've made to write in this journal has been a case of coming in with the intent to do the deed, but resulting in a failure to go through with consummating the pact.
It's embarassing, yes. But it happens to more men than you can imagine.
All things said and done things have been busy. Busy busy busy. Busier than bees and honeycomb (and that's busy). I've written a 23 page story and now it's in the preliminary revision phase. That's really all there is really. Picked up WoW again, have been playing TF 2 and that game gets off my grudge matches.
I'm not witty today.
Though, as it were, while Talisa would much rather shower the world with her truly fantastic photographs that are brilliantly framed, executed, and have since ascended well beyond the realm of simple 'snapshot' I possess no such skills, and accordingly I can only leave you with this: something I saw this morning.
It's been gray in the skies for a few days now. The clouds hanging heavy in the sky, pregnant with the slow seed of moisture hidden deep in their folds. A damp blanket holding tightly to the California skyline, this morning it broke. at first with the first painter's strokes of clouds breaking up the imperial leadeness of the sky with flashes of white on grey, infusing the monotone pallor of the cloud cover with a shot of brightness, breaking the temperance of the grey-blanket cloud cover.
Well that's all I got.
A demain, notre amis
-Viet
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