NEXT YEAR
Yeah, me too. Sorry¹
I’m alone for New Year’s again this year. Though this time it’s intentional…I’m never much one for sentimental shit anyway. This is as far as I’ll go.
It’s been a hell of a couple of years, but for better or worse I seem to be finally running out of the semifictional pain that’s fueled so much of my writing lately. People seem to like reading about pain — like that old adage about news bad news sells. Schadenfreude does too, and it helps that some of my best writing is in pain…
BUT I didn’t only write about pain…and people seem to like that too…
I won’t say things are looking up because then I’ll jinx it.¹ Though a lot of it still had a dark streak, but that’s me and that’s capital-L Life I’m afraid…
I also experimented with all sorts of departure from my usual form…hang on a minute, you’re right, I don’t have a usual form. Regardless, these were fun…
Last but not least…remember,
See you in the New Year. And remember it’s just the same shit as the last one — so the best time to fix it was yesterday. And that’ll be last year soon. Get on with it you lazy bastard¹!
¹ If you don’t know the drill by now, you should. I don’t apologise for a damn thing², because that would mean apologising for being me and…no.
² Except for when I fuck up, but that’s a different kettle of fish — and besides…who the hell is putting fish in a kettle?!
³ …wait. I did it again — damn and blast.
