Decomp and re-assess

Thats my mission over the next 72 hours.  May not get much done on the reassessment,  but decompression, yuppers that’s a given.  

I haven’t been wearing blinders when it comes to the world at large, more like seeing it and saying ‘not my circus,  not my monkey’s ‘: purt much “my give-a-damn broke”. And I am seeing it in SPADES amongst the General Pop in this asylum we have fallen into. The failure is immanent, we know it, and the best course of action is “Semper Gumby”; always flexible.

The Apathy towards them has nothing to do with the past holiday, and everything to do with numbness to the fear factor they lead with, every, single, f#$king time. People have been ‘edge of the seat’ for two straight years heading into a third and there is no way to keep that level of ‘oh shit, whats next’ without losing the audience to apathy.

As for me, and my reassessment, it has everything to do with my book ‘Wings’. I keep trying to flesh out the sequel to it and run into the current ‘Oh shit. Whats next?’ crap shredding my foundation. I keep thinking a re-write of Wings is in order to free me from the historical lacings that trapped me in my current feedback loop.

Anywhoos, tomorrow afternoon, soon as I can cut loose, I’m headed lakeside with friends and the decompression begins; and maybe, maybe, maybe, I will find that kinked inspiration muscle and massage it to a relaxed state.