Sooner Sunsets

I don't like the world becoming dark so early - only in northern latitudes does it feel natural for night to come at four pm. It does not depress me, no, the emotion is rather one of unbalance or annoyance, like it being warm in December (another recent occurrence) or snowy in May. I know that this is actually normal, unlike the last two nature extremes, but for some reason it rubs my sensibilities the wrong way, like people riding horses bareback. Put a damn saddle on and into some riding pants, dammit!

Ha. Like I've ever been on a horse in my life!

My writing is rusty - I mean R U S T Y. I keep trying to work on my new book and find myself wearing out after a paragraph or so. I can make excuses like Steven King can make shit novels, but after a while they add up to a crap collection of useless material and wasted time - like a Steven King library. Gosh, I'm rather snarky tonight, aren't I? Maybe I'm just jealous that he rages out words in floods while while I drip drip slowly. Quality versus quantity: why not both?

Anyway. Almost over being sick. Will try and update more - I'm past the point of promising. Ciao.