Can This Continue?
January 26, 2012 § 106 Comments
Without wishing to sound some self-conscious gobshite, I am worried that this blog is becoming a whole heap repetitive and boring because less than fuck all is happening in my life.
Last year there was at least a small bundle of twinkles which, between them, just about managed to muster a vague “story”, but those short stories within that bigger story were the kind a writer starts in earnest and with a certain verve, but which don’t work out. Despite best efforts, they are abandoned, unfinished, for a huge sum of reasons; just damn well die on him (her!), and end up buried in some insignificant drawer, or burned.
This year, wholly, totally and utterly not one twinkle in the entire ether. Not a story to be had. Romantic life even more dead than the proverbial previous parrot.
A friend has said, don’t worry, they will build up again, might take a bit of time. Well, all I can say is that the builders are on a very extended tea break; in fact they appear, as builders are wont to do, to be showing every sign of having disappeared off the face of the earth, of having fucked off for ever.
In the absence of even the remotest notion of a narrative arc – beginning, middle, happy ending – it is a wonder that you could want to go on reading, even if I do manage to salvage the odd snippet from the landfill of my life that I might feel could possibly be worth feeding on to you?