'Tis the season

I seem to take a break from posting over the holidays, and generally it is because I have nothing to say. Little has happened this past week that is worth reporting, nothing new or interesting or exciting. There and back again to celebrate and now I've returned to where I was before any of it started, surrounded by pages and books, in front of Microsoft Word, counting pages and words until I finish. It is slow-going, because I have lost what little ability I had to sit and type for hours on end, but no matter. The easy pace keeps me sane, and today I am starting early and perhaps that bodes well, my goal for today is to beat yesterday's score, bringing me up to 4000 words and towards an ending. I still have more to do, more to research, in fact I may end up back at the library before long, but that can't happen until Monday anyways.

Generally I don't write over Christmas because my life is on hold, but these days I have been feeling more poetic, full of ideas and intent, more than I have in years. I believe it is the solitude, too much time alone with my thoughts, and too much time alone. As I said last night, what would ordinarily be a tongue-in-cheek comment about New Years alone has turned more realistic than I would like to admit. I have recently been pathetic enough for two. And it looks as if it will continue. As I pointed out, nobody refers to the object of their affections as 'dude', which means my 16-year-old-style crush will really turn out as if I were 16 again. No matter, it just leaves me with more time for old style contemplation. Who knows, maybe I will get some bad, teenage poetry out of it.