Christ. I used to be good at this. Well, not good per se, but at least frequent. Ish. Being frequent is a good thing, right? I suppose it depends on the circumstances, My brother ended up spending a night in the cells for being too frequent so I suppose the key’s moderation.
Yeah, I want to come back here soon. I just have to figure out what I’m going to talk about. I already know what I want to talk about – what I’ve always wanted to talk about – but I need to come to some kind of understanding of how it can be interesting to me and other people at the same time.
The best posts from the past year or so were those where I actually had a modicum of focus on a subject rather than starting off lost and not quite finding myself 2,000 words later (and three hours poorer). Having said that I’ll probably now get a comment or ten rejoicing my rambleposts and I’ll look a right tit.
Just kidding. There aren’t that many commenters on here.
“Oh, isn’t he self-effacing! I do find that so charming,” said no-one ever, “not to mention erotically stirring.”
So. Where was I? Oh yeah. Focus.
Things’ll be happening on here soon. I don’t know whether to write a new manifesto but after the fifth one they sort of become redundant, don’t they?
Regardless, it’ll be films and comics in some form or another. Maybe some stories too. They might be rubbish. But that’s always the risk you take when you head over here, isn’t it? I’m pretty sure I’ve been a bit better than okay once or twice and I’m really banking on you, Dear Reader, to hold onto the everlasting hope that next time, just maybe next time we’ll get back to the good stuff.
That was a bit melodramatic, wasn’t it? It’s just a blog. It might be because I just read this article about a depressing party Corey Feldman threw for his own birthday and I felt for a moment like we were kindred spirits.
Except I wasn’t in The Lost Boys and don’t actually have any money from my better days.
You win again, Feldman.