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So I'm sitting here, staring at a blank screen trying to figure out how to say what I've been thinking the last few days. Trying to piece together what I should do and how I should handle things. All sounds very cryptic, I know, but there's a definite reason for it. At any rate, I'm just completely zoning out at this blank screen trying to come up with what I have to say and how I'm gonna say it when a piece of my own advice comes up out of the darkness and brain whacks me out of the chair. "Don't think about how you're gonna say it, just up and say it, Stupid!'
To say the least, I sometimes find myself doing a lot of the dumb things I get so peeved at other people for. Human nature, I guess.
Right, so, on with it. I think the situation I was so worried about and so adamant about has passed. I think it will get better, if not resolved outright. The parties involved seem to have a grasp on the situation and I can safely (see, there's that wishful thinking again) step back and let things happen without having to butt in too much. Whatever the outcome of this event, I hope those involved can challenge their perceptions enough to see the other side as well as stand up for themselves.
Okay, now that that's all done, I guess I have to get crackin' again at the keyboard, or else Rob will climb through a telephone wire, pound me flat with a sledge hammer and then sit me in front of the keyboard anyways.....just kidding, Rob. Again, I'm turning to writing again, suddenly finding a huge amount of time available. With any luck at all (cross those fingers, Rob) the long promised next chapters of Coupe will hit the bricks. And perhaps before Christmas a new Max story could be out. Things are in the works.
Anyhow, that's my "state of the mind under matter" address. I hope I didn't freak too many people with talk of leaving and all. I would love for my friend Brian to post here again if he chooses to. After all, this is a place of safety, and it was once very dear to him. I hope it can be so again.
Okay, enough talk. The word processor screen is blank before me.....time to make the squiggles dance again. Pax nobisco, my brothers. Cya
D'Artagnon
It's not the wolf you see you should fear, but all the ones he howls with. Don't be afraid of the song, but don't piss off the choir.
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robert bryce
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Registered: January 1970
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Nah I wont climb through a wire,Ill just send a bunch of buddies with cliffhangers and some rope..What the hell is going on with Brian???No offense,and I say this with respect and love,but I sense a sadness.No-one should ask another person to leave this place,at least that is my take on the matter..I tried to use those cookie recipies but used the micro-wave instead..Big lesson learned..On with the story guy....rob..;-D ;-D ;-D ;-D ;-D
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robert bryce
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Registered: January 1970
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PS---------hows about some more drawings of the boys,IN COLOR of course..rob..
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