Dangerous distractions


That’s my soul, howling because it’s trapped in the wrong place/space/time. It’s not cute (like this meme), it’s juggling live katana whilst tiptoeing through land mine infested tulip fields. I was busy for several weeks working on my novel every day and getting other little pieces of writing done. With the help of a vexatious laptop production has ceased. The circling sharks of ennui and miasmic thought processes can smell the iron(y) rich taint of fresh blood in the pathetic paddling pool that is my current mortal existence…