An Announcement of Rambling Sorts
So as you happen to have noticed, there’s been an abscence of life on here of late. And in case you were wondering, no I haven’t yet died. At least I certainly hope I haven’t. Because, all thing considered, that would be a rather earth-shattering and completely unwelcome realization. Unless I got to be a ghost-type deal. Not one of those gay little kiddie ghosts though. He’d have to be all out hard-core ghost, yet with a sensitive inside whose heart could be melted by a wayward young lass. Am I rambling? I think I am. Hmm. Dilemna. As hilarious as I find myself, I’d rather not run the risk of alienating my few and far between readers with my half-minded partially-sane ramblings. So to the announcements!
I’m preparing to write a script! I have no idea what I’m doing, but I’m preparing nonetheless! If you were to harass me into giving a comparison, I’d roughly equate it to giving a monkey a handgun and asking him to accomplish a high-profile asssassination. There’s just no way you can look at that and think “Hmm. This just might work!”. You’re probably more inclined to think “Dear God! What insipid fool gave a monkey a tool of death and destruction!”. So yes, it is a foray into the unknown (and possibly disastrous) that I will be embarking on. Will I return? Probably. Will I survive? Unless I get hit by a falling piano, in all likelihood. Will I succeed? I’m sure I can make myself laugh, yes. The one true downside is that I have no idea what it’ll be about. So I’ll probably end up winging it. This, ladies and gentlemen, shall be interesting.
As for other things in the creative life of Luke, I’m editing some writing, tossing in some bits of poetry here and there, and structuring the sequel and end to my Apocalypse Duology in my head. So there are great things on the horizon. As soon as I get my time-machine built, anyways, thus enabling me to straighten out my schedule that (while not being cramped at all) I somehow continuously bitch-slap by prioritizing things that even a bum wouldn’t find pertinent. Yet still I march on, and in time I will give you all the sample of the future that you so desperately crave. (Give me a moment as I drool in anticipation that that may one day be the case).
Aside from that, life is as life always is: A hail-storm of random emotions that I have no hold over. But for once it is good and once more I feel as if I have a direction, even if the occassional virus does sideline me in a stupor of sore-throats and disgust. And yet I trudge on, forging towards an end that isn’t yet in sight but one which seems much more attainable.
So until we meet again, or until I am harrassed into writing something new into this futuristic journal, I shall bid you farewell with these few cautionary words of wisdom: If you are ever walking alone under a starlit sky, and you feel a presence with you that cannot be explained; run like hell lest you be attacked by rogue lizard-men with swords, armor, and pointy teeth.
Until we meet again, fear the dark, the light, and that eerie fog-thing weather likes to do now and again. I mean seriously. It’s creepy.
