Almost a year...
I need to do this online thing more often.
Thanks to my secretary who kept my accounts alive, I can send out this message to those that happen to be listening. Hehehehehe.

Be good to yourselves, people. Trust in fate, even if she does seem to be on the rag and blaming you.

I bet you thought you'd gotten rid of me, didn't you?
Well I'm still here~!! hahahahahahahaha
And all that stuff...
I've finished one of my stand-alone books, just short novels really, and I'm up in the air about a sequel.
I'll leave it be for a while regardless and see what else I can finish.

Thanks for your time,
and remember...


You will never truely be rid of me...
I will always be within your mind.

winter, the ashes of the pheonix of time, is passing and the first half hearted embers are burning from deep within the ashes. It will not be long before the egg of summer is reveiled and summer will hatch again.
It is good to see the dawn approaching once more.

has passed since I wrote here last. Dreams have come and gone, books have been written... Ideas have waxed and waned like the moon.
And yet I find myself no closer to the goals I can't seem to find.
I plied the dunes of the sands of time, aiding others to their goals, their dreams.
And now they abandon my wings for their own shelter. Not that I want to always shelter them, but that I find myself at their goal... alone.
I am almost always alone. And it bothers me. I like a bit of solitude now and then, but with only my own thoughts for company... sometimes what I see and hear is not what should be.
I expect to wake in the night visited by ghouls and elves, meet skeletons in the closet and see myself transformed in the dark mirror.
Perhaps I need to vent more often, talk to a real person about this...
I wonder if anyone would actually listen...

The month of Augustus is upon us and the swing of summer is burning itself into winter. Like a pheonix, the seasons change. A gentle spring, then hot summer, the embers of autum and the cold ashes of winter, only to be followed with the warming of spring once more.
Maybe I can get a poem out of that... later.
The whole family is in uproar now. Elder sis (note, both are younger than I, but the older of the two) has come home. I almost missed her. And then I was reminded (rather brutally) of that high and mighty bleeding horse she feels she MUST ride all over me!
If I weren't so passive, I might be angry about it. Her high pointed nose in the air like a scenting hound and her cold and wake up calls.
Really, when was it ever alright to wake someone up (on their first day off in a week and a half, and early non-the-less) with a rude kick and an even ruder order? Yes an order! I, the eldest sibling who does something for a living!
So I'm not the prized, self inflating jock or the ego massive military signer.
I'm fucking me! No one else, not now, not then, not ever. (and that isn't a bad masterbation pun)
And my little brother is *ahem* BONING!!!!! *cough* his girl friend like a sex crazed rabbit on viagra.
And my mother is giving my FATHER'S *note; father's* grandmother's siver set to them when they get married.
Rubbing it in my face it what she was doing.
Bitch. And that's my own mother I speak of. *sigh* how sad...
That's about enough venting. If you managed to read this far, thanks.
hehehe, you must be even more boerd than I.
fare well, friends.