I was deep in that dark place where all artists eventually go and sometimes return brandishing their freshly severed ear as a present. Climbing out of it involved burying myself in my work in a way that also didn’t make things worse, so it was kind of like trying to paint a self portrait with my eyes closed. When it was done, I was back to it with a vengeance, only the mild and occasional migraine to remember the slump by and a complete aversion to doing anything I should be doing that isn’t writing. I’ve neglected my Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, Pinterist, Blog and other authors in my efforts to get through the white knuckle phase and while I think I’m starting to emerge victorious from the other end – please bear with me as I get all avenues of communication (aka blather) firing on all cylinders again.
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Blargle Splect: Writerly Musings & Blather 