It's January. Almost February. Heck, it's 2023! It's been a busy and emotionally wearying few months and I've been re-evaluating my life and myself. I've been organising, making lists and doing some longer-term planning. One thing I have not been doing is writing. My 1000-word a day goal is shredded on the floor and I need a kick in the arse to write. So here goes nothing.

I spent a week at The Dryad's home while she was away, looking after her youngest and a whole passel of cats. I got to cook for someone every day, I got to feel responsible and it made me feel whole. I'm missing that sense of family, that outside energy that in turn powers and empowers me to be myself, and to be my best self. It was good. I felt good. Now comes the next phase, and it's a tough one. I wish I could pour out all my feelings about it here, but I'm not ready and I don't think she is either.

I decided to run another Brevity Quest. I hope it's fun. I will hopefully continue to write more fiction, even…

Though some insist it continues today, the "Irish Free State's" existance, de jure, lasted from 1922 to 1937. This same period roughly corresponds to a timespan in which the anti-treaty Irish Republican Army declined from defeat at the hands of pro-treaty forces to becoming a banned organization outright. It went from being a serious contender for state power to an insurgent group a fraction of its former size. Full circle from…

I was today years old
When I learned she
Doesn’t like curry

Twelve years together
Cohabitating for eleven
And I’m just learning this

Seems dumb
But it’s more than curry
Feels like twelve years

Of lies

This isn't really a poem, it just came out that way late last night when I first started this. This also isn't really meant to be read, but my…