RiFlight

What if I told you I was thinking about writing again?  Would anyone be interested?  It's been years and I do feel rusty.  I'm just at a point in my life where I feel creative, but the usual outlets are unfulfilling.  So... Does anyone remember me?  Does anyone still have interest in my works?  

I really would like to hear from you if anyone still reads these journals, even if I've been away so long.  Drop me a line in the comments.  I would love to hear from you.  

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!  I hope your winter season is a good one! 

I love you guys.  Chatting with some of you (and stalking you, LOL) was the best time I had last year.  We had something special and I miss not chatting as often. 

Keep on keeping on.  Happy New Year too!  (in case I forget). 

Some of you that I have chatted with on dA may have heard me tell you about a guy that I knew last year on the internet.  He was a creep.  I even showed some of you his account on Twitter.  This morning I learned that he went crazy and killed his mother and his sister, then shot and killed himself.  Police said that his mother and sister were not shot and that an autopsy was to be performed.  The man shot himself in the head though. 

All I can say is that I'm soooo flippin' glad I didn't associate with that guy anymore.  It's so terrible about his mother.  She was a very prominent lady in the community and a local historian.  She used to know my grandmother and the two of them made dressed (by hand) for my mother.  She was like a part of our family.  Definitely a surreal/sad day!

I just had to tell someone.  There.  I've said enough for now. 


R.

It's been one year and one month and ... my computer CRASHED AGAIN!  I'm testing out the hard drive.  Maybe I'll get things taken care of.  The HDD has until March next year on the warranty, so I'm covered.    I lost my whole OS.  I keep backups of all my personal files (that WD My Book has saved my ass more times than I can count!) and nothing important was lost.  When I get that sorted out, I might have a probation period for my PC - nothing new/important saved on it - until I'm absolutely sure of its stability.  *sigh*  I hate when things don't work. 

I have made no post or journal entries since January of this year.  A meaningless fact, but there it is.  As for me, I've still wasted time, (the whole year as a matter of fact) per my usual modus operandi.  So in my also-usual hackneyed lexicon, I will compose this:  a new entry (also of no value).

Where to start?  One would think I would have figured that out beforehand, but one would be wrong assuming so.  The truth is that I have no idea where this is going.  I'm simply writing to write.  That is:  I'm writing for the exercise of it.  To feel my fingers in the keyboard again.  To hear the keys clack and bump under my hands. 

I have been a way for a terribly long time, but I come back to you now. 

In the past year, something in me changed.  I lost my need to write.  I also stopped reading.  The whole process was wrong.  None of the puzzle pieces fit anymore and I lost interest in the whole affair.  The strange thing is, nothing really filled the spaces of reading and writing.  I absolutely had nothing to take their place.  I had no interest in them for the longest, yet no other thing to fill the gaps in time.  To this day I still have no inkling what went awry. 

I have come around, albeit slowly.  My reading list is still long, as I have not been scratching the entries off.  Someday I might finish the list, but I no immediate hopes for that.  As far as where to start?  Well.  You see, I am in the same area there as I am concerning this journal entry - I have no idea.  Halloween is close.  I suppose I might start with Stephen King or Algernon Blackwood. 

In closing, I just wanted everyone to know - No - I am not dead.  I only appear that way because you have not seen any signs of life register upon me, but now that I am moving again, the dust will spread and settle around me as I stretch to life - slowly as usual.  Despite my sloth-like appearance, I am slightly faster than said creature.  To put it into perspective, I am at least as fast as a snail riding on a turtles back as it wades through molasses.  Never the less!  I am moving again.