Hiatus. (hi-a-tus). Noun.
1. A gap in space, time, or continuity; a break.
2. A slight pause between two vowels between two syllables.
3. A short passage in an organ or body part.
Yes. I have been on a deviate hiatus. Meaning that I have been evilly counter productive to my very existence. I mean really. I can’t say that I haven’t done some plotting, but other than that I have been stuck in the sanctimonious filth of my urethra. Not really, but hey, it sounded good.
Ok. So, this is as much for any audience I have, as for myself. I am making some promises:
1. Post more.
2. Talk more about what I’m doing.
3. Organize a better page.
I guess my point in this is, is that I am bottlenecked with creativity that has only been seeping out here and there. What have I been doing, you ask. Well, that answer is as simple as it is complex. I have been in throes of a disappearing time and been dealing with intrapersonal issues.
Yet, writers must write. I have failed in that area. So my advice is not for other writers, as it is for the spouses and relatives and friends of those who have an introverted person in their lives, like me; who share their feelings when they wish too. You have no right to snoop around in someone’s personal, intellectual property.
Actions such as these force a person not to want to share their intimate feeling on paper. Not only that, you’re creating trust issues.
Anyways, glad to be back.
H. Duane Sharpe
Posted on April 15, 2011, in Lunacy or Madness? and tagged h. duane sharpe, I'm back, life, murder, people looking through my journal, sharpe, Wordsmith.org, writing, Writing Path. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.