What a decrepit place this is. Cobwebs hang in its vacant corners. A thick layer of dust covers its unread words like an unwanted layer of skin. The doors squeal irritably when opened. My mouse clicks echo down its empty halls. This space is a ghost-town. It’s a place where, back in its hey-day, many stories were shared, comments were left, and support was both given and received. And many laughs were shared.
But then I lost that bloggy feeling. And now it’s gone, gone, gone. Whoa oh oh oh oh.
The fuel that drove my literary fire has been exhausted. I feel no need to write and have nothing to say. Perhaps one day that flame will flicker back to life, but today is not that day.
Instead, I’ve dusted off my trusty keyboard to let you know that a piece I wrote long ago has been published on another blog today. It’s a piece written about a time in my life when I morphed from a naive boy to a cynical young man exposed to some of the world’s darkest secrets.
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I’ll warn you right now, though…she was in bed with me last night so I hope you don’t mind sloppy seconds.