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[callingghosts]

I cannot, at this time, write a piece about death.

I cannot, at this time, seem to write and I need to finish this book.

Soon, I need to sit down with a bunch of people, have a drink, and talk about the world. I think it'll help.

Comments

[myredcello]

I hope to see you this weekend.

[inthistwilight8]

Hope that all is well with you. Good luck with the book, I bet that it's very well written regardless of what it's about.

[callingghosts]

Thank you very much Jess. Unfortunately, everything is far, far, from well right now. Everything just seems to be, well, disintegrating at a rapid and uncomfortable pace, death is everywhere I turn, with strife and strain hot on its heels, and there seems to be no respite in sight. It's really quite maddening, but, that's life - at least sometimes.

Thank you for your kind words and praise. I'll be sure and get you a copy when it's done :)

How're things with you?

[inthistwilight8]

Things have been going ok. I'm trying to take everything slowly, one day at a time instead of getting wrapped up in what the future will bring. Sorry to hear that you're having a difficult time. Are you still living in Maine?

[callingghosts]

I haven't been for awhile, but I'm actually on my way back to Maine as of tomorrow, for at least a bit. Then I'm off on a cross country road trip to find myself.

We'll see how that goes.