Back at long last.
I was intending to update this a bit more often, my main problem was not being sure what I intended to do with it.
I really wasn’t sure why I ‘m doing this, either. I’m a fairly private person unless you’re actually in the same room with me, but the idea of writing this as if it were a private diary seemed absurd. I don’t have the ego to believe that my jottings are of enough interest to the web in general but the intention of writing is to be read so… why was I doing this again?
Foremost in my mind was to get me used to writing regularly and second was definitely to have a venting space for minutiae, mundanity and general mind spills.
But I worried about tone whiplash, moving from crafted fiction to my normal disjointed randomness seemed wrong.
And then, when the zombies were chasing me, I had an epiphany.
Not for real zombies, which would be cool, I tend to have nightmares if I let my body temperature drop during the night. This seems to be some kind of defense to stop me freezing to death and at some point this mechanism has evolved to giving me true dredged-from-the-subconscious-depths nightmares designed specifically to force me awake. With no provocation I’ll probably put a couple of them up here sometime. This one involved being attacked by zombies and trying to hold them off with a slotted spoon.
God knows why the spoon, apart from the sheer frustration of trying to break the grip (and the arm bones) of a rotted corpse using only the edge of a fragile kitchen implement that seems to have no use except for getting potatoes out of the soup. It worked though. And I awoke to one of those seasonal cold snaps that have been hitting at the moment. Bloody cold it was.
Luckily after the last of these I invested in a small heater which has to live next to the computer because it’s the only power point in the room. While I was awake I thought I might as well write something, but a combination of being so cold my typing stuttered and being unable to remember a password lead me to afore mentioned epiphany.
“Start another blog”.
D’oh as they say. This site can be for rambling and grammar atrocities and the other will be for more constructed stories. Here is also, when I get the proper equipment, where I’ll be placing artwork and compromising photos of those I know. Or links to them anyway. Problem solved.
BTW If anyone has bothered to link-hop here from the Whitechapel boards, ‘Tanuki” was a spur of the moment choice for a screen name and while I like it, it isn’t that ‘me’.
Degenerate Boy is a song I’ve felt a link to. It’s not an exact fit, the ‘d’ at the end represents a fair amount of time passing, but it sums up a time and an entropic attitude still lurking around my hind brain.
So…
If you come back expect run on sentences, slang, nonsense and run on sentence streams of conciousness that come to an abrupt end.
That’s it for now. Have fun.
Ric.
