Best laid plans, roads covered with best intentions. That seems to be my life as of late. Yes, I suppose I am feeling a little bit sorry for myself in many ways. It annoys me to know end that my energy levels are so very low and that I seem to be both missing and lacking the motivation to write and the drive to delve deeper into BDSM topics.
In essence the last few months, or rather ever since I moved house and still trying to fix things and get things squared away and sorted (why on earth do I have so much stuff!!). Just remember if you wonder why on earth I am still writing about this, think just for a moment if you will how much it irks me having to see all this in real life. 🙂 So perhaps a little bit of sympathy? Please?
On the plus side, I am making, tiny bits of progress. I am hoping to have most of the boxes squared away in some fashion by the time Christmas rolls around. I shall have people over to stay about prior to Christmas and after. Hopefully even some over New Year, which means I should at least be able to offer them a bed.
For those of my readers in the states, I do hope that you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving and then you enjoyed your time, hopefully with family and/or loved ones. It’s something that does not happen here at this side of the `pond’, although we do have the odd habbit creeping in such as “Black Friday“. I am not entirely sure if I approve of that, perhaps I shall dedicate my thoughts on that another time. Now is perhaps not the time.
It is however time for the main part of my blog! As I said, not having much inspiration and drive, forces me to look for the more light hearted content that allows me to fulfil my obligation to write. Yes, sometimes it does feel like an obligation, but on the other hand, now I am pounding away on my keyboard, listening to classical music (I always write better to classical music then say songs), I feel a certain satisfaction I am guessing. The fact that I find things to talk about, and if nothing else to write about; which gives you all a little window into my existence, drives me onwards. It’s strange how often the first five hundred words are always the hardest: Once that is done the rest often flows..
But onwards, let’s talk about Second Life Friends!