| I thought I would indulge in a brief ramble through the drying leaves of autumn and explain, at least superficially, my absence from the dark and ancient forests of the
Mangled Avocado. After all, there may be those who actually are curious as to my extended non-existence within this realm.
Late last year I decided to take up part-time study for a variety of reasons. Little was I to know then and how well I realise now that full-time work and part-time study do not leave much time for anything else. It seems to have consumed more hours than there are in a day. As a result I haven't managed to complete much writing, much to my dismay, and so have had little to add to the world of Mangled Avocado. My apologies to those whose breath may have been bated all this time. Normal transmission will be resumed as soon as possible. On a brighter note, I have managed to start a few pieces that, hopefully, I will complete before too long and upload. However, patience seems to be a keyword in the metatags of my life at the moment. While on the subject of writing I thought I might explain why I do post my poetry when the mist that surrounds electronic publishing rights is so murky. Published poets are always saying that you should never publish your poems on a web site as it means publishers won't want to touch you with a forty-foot pole. That may well be the case but, as there is no certainty that my work is of a standard that would be considered publishable and there's no guarantee that I will even be around tomorrow, I can't see any reason to horde my poems in musty old books under my bed. I know that they don't appeal to everyone but I also know that there are a few people who enjoy them and that is reason enough to post them. As to my surreal writing, well, I'm not famous so there's little chance that anyone would want to publish those writings as examples of the quaint workings of a creative mind. So why not publish them electronically? Especially as I know there is an audience, as select as it may be. But enough. Time to go back and listen to the soft susurration of the fallen leaves as I amble through them, along winding paths within another reality. Until next time. |
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