THIS Rhett Butler Will Never Die

Several things... some are not new; my ever-living novel, which only a couple of people have had glimpses of is still on my mind. I woke up with a new spell of inspiration to work on editing it, yet again, back in March... and then last week I had a resurgence of inspiration with an actual procedural breakthrough that gave me even more hope of finishing it. I need to get rid of these gaps of rising hope and inspiration and get a constant stream of dedication to the project. I can't give any forecast of how long this editing - now it'll actually be rewriting/editing, page by page, will take. I'll just keep letting you know here whether I'm working on it at the present moment or not. I've had a reawakened interest in reading the tarot develop. My best friend had a remarkable experience of determining that reading the tarot is her calling in life, and I've been riding a little bit on her coattails - I've bought a couple of new decks and have been trying to do...

Wow, 9 months since I last felt the need to write here... I didn't die. I didn't fall in love. Well, maybe those are half truths... parts of me have died, and parts of me have been in love. Nothing tremendous has happened in that time, though. I didn't get another new job. I didn't graduate from college. I have not met the love of my life. I have just kept on doing enough things in satisfactorily enough fashion to keep me out of jail, out of the mental ward, and out of being buried in the cemetery. Have I settled for mediocrity then? Perhaps I have. It seems that when I used to be under the compulsion to write here I had strong feelings about things.  I had strong questions about the ideas I was contemplating and wondered aloud about how to make the right decisions for myself. I used to cogitate the projects I was dreaming up and I complained about how I never had the right kind of support I needed to get things done right. Yes, I do miss the writing/talking aloud tha...