I thought the title was fitting considering my favourite band of all time, Moist, have reunited after nearly thirteen years. If you don't get the reference, you now have the clues to piece it together.
As for my own sincerity on saving this blog, if you're skeptical, I'm right there with you. But I hope to prove us both wrong in the coming weeks. Creative stagnation is something I simply can't live with and perhaps the even more intense isolation of recent weeks (due to a wedding, the ending of a webshow's season, and breaking my fucking wrist doing Taekwondo) has really brought it to the forefront. If you aren't seeing people or doing things, then for god's sake at least create. That is, after all, what you claim to be good at.
So novels? short stories? plays? Remember those? No? Once again I can't really blame you - they seem so distant and while I'd love to report completion I will have to stick with the term "ongoing". Not abandoned. You're relieved, I am sure.
But The Dark Staircase is actually complete and has been for some time. Its length places it in the limbo somewhere between short story and novella. I've deemed it a novella because it sounds better. The sequel was nearly stillborn but progress is once again finally being made.
Whether it's yet another delaying tactic on my part or not, I've been convinced Staircase needs this sequel to help bolster it, lest publishment remain a faraway destination. Does it really need this (hopefully longer and, yes, better) sequel to be taken seriously? I don't know. But I do know I really need to concentrate on writing that and let the lists and endless pieces that forever fill my mind take a backseat for once.
"Lists?" you say? Isn't fiveorama as dead as this blog? Well, no, actually. And I'll prove it shortly.
And to think it actually took something as lame as twitter to get this going again. I shudder and shake my head disapprovingly. But hell, at least I'm typing again.
More to follow.
