Tuesday, March 12, 2013

The way this blog break was supposed to work, I was going to return to you tonight, creative batteries fully recharged, and regale you with a whole mess of freshly wrought insights. This onslaught would’ve been made possible by a lineup of enriching, restorative activities scheduled over the course of 11-odd days: quiet contemplation of good fiction, for instance, coupled with a juice fast and some light jogging. I’m pleased to report none of these things came to pass. Not a single one.

Oh, I wasn’t idle. Filed my taxes. Fended off a rate hike from Time Warner. Reclaimed some sleep. Even went to church. You’d better believe media was consumed, too, with the first season of Justified and the new Tomb Raider being particular standouts. But as far as rediscovering my creative spark, my drive to write? Absolutely didn’t fucking happen, and I’m fine with that. I once explained to you how a revenant functions, and to this I cleave, now more than ever.

There have been some behind-the-scenes upgrades as well. I’m back on Firefox, after a long hiatus, which translates to a smoother posting experience. No more having Chrome’s autoupdate function bring my system to its knees at regular intervals. I also took the time to disassemble my keyboard fully and clean it, with Dyson and toothbrush in hand, so if this isn’t the most hygienically produced blog post you read today, then your eyes must be too filthy. For the novel project, I actually made the effort to procure a 5-1/2″ x 8″ journal, a significant milestone in any creative undertaking. You know you’re legit when your words are sandwiched between the finest artisanal pleather.