Presently...

I've gotten in this habit of having these interactive group text conversations with Angie and Sarah lately, mainly because I see much less of them both than I'd prefer (and partly because I feel like I'm becoming increasingly misanthropic in life - I won't write that I'm introverted, mostly because people who call themselves as such publicly are actually discounting that very idea... plus, I'm far from introverted - I'm just finding that I like the people in and around my life less and less). I'll pose a question or formulate some sort of swift observation ("...reasons that I'm nearly 35 and still single..."), just a little something to let them know that I'm thinking about them or what I'm up to, and I'll let the conversation carry whatever weight it will, but I'm not exactly in the mood to hang out for any sort of intense camaraderie. 

I don't know why this is. 

I've always been a lot more social and "out there" and more into hanging out and being around a litany of folks (the good, the bad, and the ugly - I'm usually indifferent to the fact that I don't really care for the majority of whoever's around), but for whatever reason I'm more content to get home from work, to throw on some pajamas, to edit for Henry Harbor, and to read (Truman Capote's In Cold Blood this week). 

I haven't even had the wherewithal to write lately, and that's not a good thing.

I blame the weather.

And the fact that this is the only real free time that I ever have. Once I've relaxed and completed whatever obligations I have for the night, I'm too tired for much of anything else.

I'm assuming it's the approaching birthday that's doing me in.

Dunno if that's an accurate or fair assumption, but it is what it is. Even this poor blog has been neglected lately. I get all sorts of great ideas throughout the day. I think of things I want to work on, projects I want to start, major endeavors I need to continue or complete, but when the time arrives...

Well, here I am. 9:45 and ready for bed.

What I really need is a good, solid snow day. I wonder what would happen if I prayed to be iced in and unable to drive to work tomorrow. 

Would the weather God smile down upon me and allow it to happen?

Doubtful, but it's a nice thought. 

The 2013 Challenge Was a Bust

But things could be better in 2014, right?

No posts have been composed because I haven't moved onto another Stephen King novel since I completed his collection of short stories this past fall.

I guess there's no better time than any time to get started with the reading and the free-flow writing. Too many of my thoughts are structured and worked to whatever form of perfection they can reach when I'm writing for Henry Harbor. My voice isn't stifled, but I'm not able to write as often as I'd like and as freely as I'd like.

Currently reading: 2001: A Space Odyssey, but I'm not certain that I'm incredibly into it.

And my list of the things that I really should be reading continues to grow.

We'll see if I can't make things a bit more stream-lined in 2014.

After all, we're only four days in.