I’m going against the rules of blogging by posting 3 things in a row rather than scheduling. Fuck it. I broke the rules of the internet. It’s like when I edited someone’s Wikipedia article to say they did conjuring tricks and all hell descended on me. Or like when I deigned to ask a general question on stack overflow.
I feel low.
I feel like I’m not where it’s at. My writing is lame. The internet has passed me by. I have nothing of value to say.
So what. I can still breathe. I can still write if my writing is only important to me. Empty you can go on. The way is empty.
Was thinking about the Brontes. Those little paths on Haworth Moor. As my gran says “atmospheric”. But we probably romanticise the Brontes.
Better cook tea.