I’ve kept this blog running for ten years. Less of a journal, more of a clock ticking.
August was difficult. Work was always my haven. No work made me a dull boy.
Under stress, I realised I needed to reach out to people.
After I did so, I didn’t feel any better immediately, but I was very glad to have friends who wanted to help and were moved so to do. Feeling better came, as it does, after the storm.
I rarely miss a month but events overtook me in June. On midsummer’s eve the veil between the worlds was rent and magic transpired.
Balloon, Moon, Soon
I have been working on a songwriting and production project which takes me back to my core skills of songwriting and making things up. I worked long and hard on it, enlisted the assistance of my creative friends, and I’m really pleased with the results after a month.
It was great to be in England again.
I have been finding clarity, especially with my creative work which has decided to reveal itself again as a series of songs. I have a story to write too, one of many queueing up to find form, but since it’s fresh in my mind, but by now far away enough to dwell upon, I feel it can be now written.
I will tell the story of The Rheinfelden Cannibal, which derives from a period last year which was personally disturbing but at times very funny.
What doesn’t kill you will make you smell.