I know. I haven't posted anything in a while. I don't know if anyone's even reading this anymore. I highly doubt it, what with all the intrigue and in-fighting of the Australian blog world, why would anyone waste their time with this stupid, asinine little site?
Why, indeed?
I haven't posted because I've not had anything to say - and, when I have, I've not known how to say it. I don't know who reads this, and there are people who I don't want knowing things about me, or my life, and that has unfortunately changed a lot of the original purpose here. Oh well.
Things are changing. Life is changing. I'm ending up places that I didn't think I'd ever get to - and that's good. I have good students, publishers are looking keen, and I'm doing work that I'm pleased with. Money is slowly starting to be less of an issue than it has been in the past, and I might even finally get my car fixed. I might even put mags on it - what do you think of that?
But, it's not all over yet. I might start posting here again - I've missed it - and, I'll elaborate more on what's going on later. The point is, though, that I'm escaping - I haven't escaped. I have a lot of time - too much, really - to sit and brood and contemplate things that should simply be consigned to the dustbin of history. I think about old friends that I have since parted ways with, and I think about people I've known, and places that I've been - unfortunately, things haven't been easy for me, so I get kind of sad thinking about all this stuff, and the sadder I get, the more I think about it, and the more I think about it, the sadder I get, until I just give up and go out into the lounge to play with the 360.
So, I've not forgotten you. I'll be around. In the meantime - here's a couple of pictures that sum up life at the moment:
There's the Greensborough Ghost Story, that won't have an end until I can stop rehashing and the obsessing and the wondering about things that might have been, but weren't:

And there's the good things that make getting up in the morning worthwhile.
