I've been ridiculously self absorbed with boy troubles. I've been trying to maintain a social life while working on two books, a short story and the promotion of STORIES INSPIRED BY SIOUXSIE....and often all of that action causes a crash and everything ceases. I sit and stare...and knit. But, I think while staring, I think while knitting. There is little I can do for SIOUXSIE until Amazon approves then lists the damned thing. So, in the meantime I work on my other writings: "The Phantom Ghores," and "Mad Man Knitting." Issues of romance have flogged me too often lately, and I find myself deplorably ill equipped to handle matters of the heart (for purely selfish reasons, of course). I'm looking for the right one, and not just one to keep me company, or to make me feel better about myself. But, rather, I search for the right one to enjoy this journey with me. And not just the physical journey through age and senses and experiences, but the journey of the spirit and the life designed for us outside of the physical realm. I fell in love and I shouldn't have. I don't have the time nor the required processor for it. Not now. But, I did fall in love, and it backfired. And now I'll toss a lovely, gothic, romantic word at anyone who attempts to read this: unrequited.
Now, I can't fill this blog with morose ramblings about far too much to do and my broken heart. That would be rude. There are wonderful things currently on the horizon. You know, I DO enjoy the promotion of SIOUXSIE. Incidentally, her new solo album is brilliant, and I just may have to opt for a second volume of work inspired by her based on this one album eventually. Who knows? And my Phantom Ghores. I love spending time with them. They're the most delicious of monsters, they make me smile so. And Mad Man Knitting? That's the closest you're to get from me of an autobiography, or memoir, I promise you. So the ramblings in that are beyond honest. They're offensive to any designed, two dimensional icon I could ever possibley adopt for myself.
Stay tuned.