in the interzone now
Here's the opinion of a person who disappears off the face of the planet from time to time:
I suffer from "ooh, shiny!" syndrome. I am very easily distracted, so when I first joined PiP, it was the absolute greatest thing to have ever existed, ever. But then it wasn't new, and I remembered I should be doing schoolwork at school, instead of taking advantage of the computer lab to use the internet. So I started only using this at home, which led to even less sleep than I usually get...
Also, "ooh, shiny!" syndrome has decided to make me a moody little git. My moods are as quick to change as my fancies. I'll get mad at myself, shut off the the entire world (meaning PiP too!), and just not exist for days, weeks, months.
Wish I could get back into the state where having a place to *put* poetry made it easy to *write* poetry. I was there for a while! Wrote the most poems I have in years, last June and July, I think... Then came the evil, evil, evil apathy. And I drifted away from this place. Drifted back a few times.
And think I'm actually sort of back for a while, but I have poet's block. Not writer's block, since my stories are flowing maybe a little too fine, but poet's block.
I blame that on missing Mike immensely... Wah!
Also, I'm a pretty selfish li'l git. I admit this openly. Mike would probably challenge this, but he's deluded, anyway. I'm really caught up in myself, and am truly *terrified* to do anything to make me look stupid, so I find it hard to reply to other people's poems (even though I do read voraciously, when given the time), for fear of coming off like I don't know what the hell I'm saying. Um, oops?
You should see me in person. Heh. I only talk to people I know, unless I get angry, then boy oh boy, no one can stop me.
remember the sound
that could wake the dead
but nobody woke up at all