redheadedleague

I haven't gotten a great deal of writing done in the past month, aside from the few poems that have come welling up from gods-know-where. I've had plenty of ideas, but they haven't gotten past notes and outlines. But now I think I'm turning the corner on my writer's block. Don't ask me why, but when I get in these states lately I start reading philosophy. It's a sign that something is churning around in there. Which ones? Well, this time it's Nietzsche and Machiavelli.

Yeah, fear me. The coup begins at midnight.

In other news, given the pleasant surprise of a tax refund (for the past three years, I have owed), I may reinvest the funds in some long overdue tattoo work. I've been wanting to add stylized Celtic dogs framing the horned triskele on my left bicep, and I have started doing a few preliminary sketches.

I'm not saying the listless winter of my despondency is over - it's not, not by a long shot. But I seem to be staying afloat. By being a heartless ubermensch, of course.

I'm kidding. Stop looking at me like that.