Dropped to 2 posts in 11 days. Feels like an all time low but I’m resigned to it. Vut to du. Its the usual excuses with the half baked posts rotting on the PDA and mind. I keep poking around with an edit here and there. All going to the usual place – the unsatisfied nowhere. Very strange this blogging thing. Its become like an exorcism minus the chanting the fire the drumming and the chicken blood.
My blogging is now entirely mobile, and more fractured than ever before. I thought I had got the hang of off-line mobile blogging. But seems I have also caught the dark side of it too. Writing feels hurried and scattered. The central thought is a feather in a sandstorm. Its a mess to put it bluntly. I suppose this too will pass. If it wasn’t for the words pecking my brain demanding to be vomited it would just be easier to walk away.
Having said all that, its time to stop lying here in a pool of drool and mucus and get organised. Things to do and all that. The road to the next weekend is far. And the light at the end of the tunnel is always the train.