"Stitched-together, idle lines,
whispers in the winds of time.
Again I recall, here against the wall,
this realm I once believed was mine."

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So, I'm still alive. That's something, right?

A cocktail of meds and a helluva lot of rest later, and I guess I'm here. Nothing's really changed, to be honest, but somehow I managed to write something today. Something about the way the sun looked this morning injected some life into my withered creative heart. It sputtered and died about halfway through, unfortunately, but I'd say this is decent enough of an effort, considering my recent production (which is nothing, if you're keeping track at home.)

Anyway, just a little note to tell those of you that care that I'm not dead. o/ But, between a desperate effort @ NaNoWriMo and this illness, I can't say I'll show up much over the next month. I'd like to get something up once a week at least, but no promises.

Thanks for reading. Comments/critique always optional but appreciated. Take care peeps, and good luck to anyone else on the 50k word grind. Til' then.