Hello, Sapphic Spanky readers, how are you? I have not posted much of late, which is due to a preponderance of events. Big events. Little events. Events on trains. Events on planes. Events on boats. Events with moats. I really feel as if my life has not been mine since somewhere around December 2015. But it’s almost February, which has to mean things will calm down, right? Right? Surely. A lot of what I’ve been doing is going hither and thither to sort various things and various people out, but people can’t keep falling apart forever. Or maybe that’s what life is, people falling apart in various interesting ways. Maybe life is like a puzzle which just wants to take itself apart in unique fashion.
But we must rage against entropy, and the dying of the light, and the spilling of the milk. We must keep our duct tape close, and our towels closer. We must learn the language of the heart, and inscribe the sigils of sense wherever we find a bit of clay.
What I have in mind for this year which is still relatively new, is to keep playing with Lesbia. I’m not sure that I’ll be doing the series format quite as I have in the past, but I do find that the characters, Ayla, Kira, even Atrocious still come to mind – which makes me think my work is not done there. Not yet.
I hope you’re all keeping sufficiently well, that your socks are dry, that your dishes are done, and that your cereal has not succumbed to being anything less than entirely crispy. May you fare well in your comings and your goings, and I will post again when I have a thing what I think you might enjoy using your eyes to interpret through a lexicon and internal geography which is entirely your own.