It's been a while. I won't lie.

Isn't that strange?

An author that seems to have completely given up on life now has published a blog post? One so far off the map that he's had to begin drawing his own, only to return to the same grassy plains that he and everyone else had started from?

It really must be Halloween.

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Anyway, I've been awfully busy. That part won't surprise you. I've been awfully lazy. Neither will that fact. And I suppose the fact that I have spent my many months of inactivity planning and reading all kinds of stuff won't shock you in the slightest.

I have stuff in the works - the only two worth noting are incredibly experimental for me. I'm trying out new shit, and I like it. It's good shit. As a result, getting even a few hundred words in is incredibly difficult, and that's without mentioning the high chance of it being scrapped in favour of a much better idea that turns up a week later. None have ever seen a circle this savage.

Well, at least I think that's how the expression goes.

As for the bad shit - I'd rather not say. A particular piece, at nearly 4,000 words, left me feeling so empty and lifeless upon completion that I gave up writing entirely for two whole months. It's been a series of ups and downs.

Add the notion of exams, and the guitar sitting in the corner if my room, 1.14 mm plectrum tucked between the first fret and the e, B and G strings, beckoning me like a bottle of glistening whiskey to a man with impending liver failure; and I will probably not see myself writing any stories for the next couple of weeks.

But that doesn't mean I'm giving up. I'm doing this for myself, god dammit, as well as everyone that stumbles upon my stories. I want to improve as a writer, I want to challenge myself with ideas and risks, in the hope that the gamble pays off in the form of constructive criticism that helps me make these risks work consistently.

I'll be writing with my fingers moving, not crossed. And hopefully, maybe I'll put out a story or two before Christmas.

How does that sound?

Mr. Grapefruit, over and out.

P.S. Got any wacky ideas? Feel free to discuss with me. Last time I checked, there ain't nothing as wacky as me since I last played Whack-A-Mole. Now that's some wacky-ass shit, right there.