Nobody tell Sir… I just spent an hour on Fetlife.  No, I didn’t talk to anyone, no I didn’t go in any groups, no I didn’t read any threads or check any profiles.  I was looking at my old writings that I had posted there.  I had remembered a couple I thought to copy and paste here so I’d have them in one place, then I got caught up in reading… my own writing… It’s been years, and I hadn’t looked at it in so long there were essays there I’d forgotten I’d written.

Maybe this daily blog thing is doing something…  It’s getting slightly less daunting to sit down every evening to write.  I’m becoming slightly less obsessed with the need to write something “good” or “worthwhile” and slightly less judgmental of myself when I don’t do those things (which is good, since I haven’t written a single post I consider either of those, yet!) But what I had hoped might happen, might actually be happening.  I don’t want to jinx it too early or anything, but… in the back of my brain I’ve been ruminating on the next scene of my Black Fire story.  Nobody freak out, I have net zero words…