City of Legends

Hmmm…my partner seems to have not been posting here in nearly two weeks. Methinks she is tired of constant adoration! Nah. I know how busy she has been and, unlike me, she is not a total freak of nature when it comes to writing obsessively.

Sweet dreams, my love.

And on the topic of sweet dreams…in amongst the billions of writing projects I am involved with (and poor Candy has gotten herself swept up into) I have committed myself to a variant on an old project of mine, "The Tales of the Amomancer", which is an allegory on my life and view of the world. Oh joy. More fodder for those who once read the the story of Narcissus and now think they are fully qualified psychiatric professionals.

You may have noted a series of dark works this evening on my blogs, with more likely to follow this brief respite. Don’t worry. I am just letting off some of the darker steam. I made several verbal faux pas earlier today in conversation with the big C, and am beating myself up for them. Unlike some other people (not Candy, but others)I do not have the compulsion to blame others for my missteps, I have allowed myself to get worn down and as a result, I have gotten sloppy.

I need to make some adjustments.

I need to lay down beside Candy and let bleed the wounds I have bound in illusion and allusion for so long. For too long. But the diligence and endurance that brought me to here, where I belong, was not for naught.