When It All Comes to Roost Or Something, Something, Something

Wow. 

August, huh?

Has it been that long?

I suppose you could call me lazy but I do have an excuse. I haven't felt, well, chatty. There have been a tonne of things going on in the background of my world that have distracted me terribly. Sadly, I can't get into them right now as things are playing out (where is Spock when I need him) and I would rather remain somewhat mute on the topic of family. I will say this: I am embarassed by it all and quite shocked. Enough said for now.

At the end of the day, it doesn't really matter, I suppose. It doesn't change the fact that my writer's block is going strong and, frankly, pissing me off. I wish there was something I could do that would make it all better. I was talking about it the other day with some friends and someone pointed out that they sensed I as in a state of mourning. 

"Mourning?" I said.

"Yah, things are going sideways in your family life and it isn't playing out quite how you anticipated." They said.

I guess they are right. That stuff I can't really go into the details of is distracting me. I am getting through the days and having some moments or clarity but - dammit - I can't seem to get it into gear. Writing this post is helping but why can't I get it all over and done with and get on with my personal life. My work life is fine and I am getting through the work and making stuff rock and roll but, jeeze, I get home and I just don't want to deal with the rest of it.

Anyway.

I am going to leave it at that and try and write something tomorrow. There are many things that have passed me by that I would have talked about and writting my own two cents on but - again with the damn distractions and lack of mental energy. I hate Western life. It would have been so much easier to have just lived on a farm in the middle of Australia. Or so Baz would have me believe.

Until tomorrow...