An Ungraspable Phantom

After yesterday's "triumphant" return to the self-publishing scene, I thought it was best to capitalise on the momentum gained by such a launch (alright stop laughing). But what is "normal service"?  This April will mark seven years of writing on the internet for free, during which time my anonymity has gradually dwindled, something I'm not entirely sure is either good or bad, or possibly neither?  Maybe it's another pointless worry.  But back to the question, what is "normal"?  I've tried writing lots of things, including recipes and reviews and sequences of haikus, an aborted attempt at fiction and of course, the old stand-by, pieces focused on my depression and why I've never gone through with killing myself.  Perhaps that's where I need to start again? Well, that's an interesting point.  A lot of my current woes are based on employment... And the fact that all that sitting around drinking beer seems to be catching up wit...

Sub Main() MessageBox("Hello World") End Sub "Hello World" Well, it's about time I got back to it.  A month ago I tried to restart my blogging life, and now I'm going to try again.  I suppose I was preoccupied with the tone of the work, trying too hard to make it a space where I could talk about work while also complaining about work while also showcasing my own work and I just don't think that's particularly great.  In an effort to capture all sides of my life rather than the curated versions that are the fashion, only showing the best and brightest while shrinking away from the lesser, I over reached and fell into a nadir from which no writing escapes.  Back to basics, eh? I think I know how to go this time.   Think  so.  I hope you'll bear with me as I once again build up a portfolio of anti-CV and bad poems and basic recipes and films and CDs and train journeys and obsessing over tiny details.  You know, like the good...