I’ve mostly been blogging over on my MySpace account. But I think the people there are getting tired of my two to three posts a day about pretty much nothing. So I’ve decided to come here and post about nothing another two or three times a day.
Let’s see …
Lately, I’ve been writing quite a lot of poetry. Some of it’s all right and some of it’s terrible. But I’m writing. That’s the important thing. I’ve been able to go back and mine some of my old journals, too. I had thought that I’d written nothing at all for a few years, but it turns out that I did write a few things. Some of them are even salvageable, now that I’m in tune with the universe again.
I suspect that most of the people who come across this blog are people who know me from my ferret writing, so they (you) might not know that I was a poet long before I even knew what a ferret is. I’ve never managed to write a poem about a ferret. It’s like writing a really good love poem: nearly impossible. It always ends up too schmaltzy or saccharine (or do those mean the same thing?). I’ve had to stick to prose when it comes to writing about ferrets.
Speaking of ferrets … I’ve been looking at pictures of all my babies. I miss them. They were such warm (in every sense of the word) friends. Maybe when I stop crossing the Atlantic several times a year, I’ll get some more.
That’s about all for right now. But don’t be surprised if there’s another post before this night is through. I’ve been writing all sorts of things, which is good. Very good, indeed.
–Mary