And whether the blood be Highland, lowland, and no.
And weather the skin be black or white as the snow:
Of kith and of kin, we are one, be right, be it wrong—
As long as our voices join the chorus of song!
A funny thing happened while I was sitting here doing nothing related to this post at all: I remembered something.
I’ve got an iTunes radio station devoted to the likes of Gaelic Storm, The Clancy Brothers, The Chieftains, Mary Black and other such Celtic and Irish masters of the music. On a whim, I went searching for a particular version of Finnegan’s Wake I remember from my time spent burying myself in a tape-player and a particular stretched copy of an tape given to my mom by an old friend (thank you forever, Sheila), and I stumbled upon this Youtube playlist—Recorded Live: The Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem Live in Ireland—and I was suddenly struck with a memory I’d all but forgotten.
According to the government, we are not poor. That’s good to know. I thought I was making it up.
Hello, #stormchaser. You are…I don’t know what you are, but you’re something new. #plot
You might have noticed somewhere along the line that I suffer from depression. Old news, by now. This isn’t one of those hateful posts about how everything is wrong and people are struggling and woe is the world.
This is just a heads-up.
Winter is coming.
It’s already reached below-freezing temperatures, and while it’s not snowing, the weather is understandably cold and dreary. I’ve hurt myself—the accidental kind—and I’m overworking to compensate, and so on, so forth, but the fact of the matter is this: it’s cold, it’s gray, it’s very hard to sleep less than 10 hours (when I sleep, anyway), and that means I have less to say.
Or, anyway, less energy to say it.
So my blog might be a little quiet. And when it’s not, it might be a little mopey.
I have things to share eventually—a TeslaCon recap, a continuation of Cons and Consequences, a few things writerly, a few brazen—but I just don’t have the will right now. So hang tight. Good days will see postings, but they’ll be a little rare for a little bit.
Winter is coming, but it’ll go, too. And someday soon, I’ll experience winters that aren’t like this. Until then, just bear with my blog silence. If you’re dying for my company, I’m a lot more chatty—on the good days—on my twitter.
Be delicious, darlings. And be excellent to each other.
‘On Top of the World’ by Imagine Dragons
THE END. 40 pages written and a final tally of 101k. #secretproject IS DONE DONE DONE DONE. BOOM BABY. … God, I need a shower.
‘Hoist the Colours’ by Pirates Of The Caribbean: At World’s End
Coming up on final pages, and this is all that’s playing. What could it possibly mean? #amwriting #secretproject
‘I Remember’ by Damien Rice
I want to hear what you want. What the hell do you want?
‘Alpha Shallows’ by Laura Marling
The grey in this city is too much to bear…