My blog sucks

My blog sucks. I’m well aware of this fact. It’s not for lack of trying, it’s … well, okay, maybe it’s partially true that lack of trying comes into play. After all, it’s not that I’m incapable of dazzling you with insightful commentary about all manner of things, from the Tantric underpinnings of the television show Lost to the undisputed fact that pineapple is a delicious pizza topping, it’s that I’m unwilling of dazzling you with insightful commentary about all manner of things, from the Tantric underpinnings of the television show Lost to the undisputed fact that pineapple is a delicious pizza topping.

Yeah, that’s the ticket.

Also, the truth is I’m just very busy right now. Or trying to be, at least. Hell, even my last few posts were actually written two months ago and just set to auto-post at a later date. I’ve been working hard on a new album, this one traditional with, like, songs and singing and stuff. Finished the first draft of a novel and must start writing the second draft, even as I begin to search for agents on another novel finished early last year. Starting early work on the second volume of my self-published comic anthology series.

And blah blah blah. I’m as interested in typing this stuff as you are in reading it. Which is to say, not at all. I think instead maybe I’ll just wax poetic about whatever springs to mind or post inane stories for a few weeks. I need something to do now that my PC is dead.

As a joke, I wrote a story today called Of Miss Cauterley’s Wine and my Evenings with the Penis Spiders. Maybe I’ll post it.

Maybe.