I’m alone for New Year’s again this year. Though this time it’s intentional…I’m never much one for sentimental shit anyway. This is as far as I’ll go.
It’s been a hell of a couple of years, but for better or worse I seem to be finally running out of the semifictional pain that’s fueled so much of my writing lately. People seem to like reading about pain — like that old adage about news bad news sells. Schadenfreude does too, and it helps that some of my best writing is in pain…
An Acidic Introduction to Hate-Love
BUT I didn’t only write about pain…and people seem to like that too…
I won’t say things are looking up because then I’ll jinx it1. Though a lot of it still had a dark streak, but that’s me and that’s capital-L Life I’m afraid…
A Page in the Snow Book by the Frenetic Scribbler
I also experimented with all sorts of departure from my usual form…hang on a minute, you’re right, I don’t have a usual form. Regardless, these were fun…
A Love Letter to the Infernal Combustion Engine
Last but not least…remember,
See you in the New Year. And remember it’s just the same shit as the last one — so the best time to fix it was yesterday. And that’ll be last year soon. Get on with it you lazy bastard¹!