It has been a while. A bad cat month, and the dreary, mind-deadening heat of summer. Irony and lack of sleep.
A couple of days ago the words started bubbling up again. I regained the desire to blog, and stray, coupling sentences wound through my mind, seeking to realize themselves as blogs while my fingers twitched far from the keyboard. Stillborn word children, now lost.
Or perhaps not, merely to be rewound and transformed, rising from the archetypical muck where the first ancestors of story combined into self-replicating strands after the momentary illumination of serendipity's lightning.
Remind me, oh muse, of dignity and celebrity, of pet responsibility, headstands, and the way of accepting no, and I shall write again.