I'm going to start writing again.
Expect sharp criticisms, deep bitterness and complaints of mental exhaustion, with light sprinklings of puppydog tummies, butterflies and rainbows!
Needless to say, going dark was a decision I made hoping I'd be able to focus on gettin' happy. Stopping writing didn't help me get happy in the least bit. I only blocked myself from the necessary self-realization that writing provides.
I must keep in mind that Sixty-Four Twelve began as an experiment-- "An exercise in futility to exorcise the fertility of my mind."
Talk to you soon.