Greetings again my droogies,
Alas, it is I Morry once again here to astound, berate, and probably confuse you.
Ain't I grand.

So, I have introduced you to who I am.
I have explained a little of what I am trying to do.

So, what am I to say next?
Well, i don't know.

In truth I can say that things are moving an a general direction that I am happy with, but the pace.....
Dear god the pace is soooo slow. After all, you do a work and it just happens right?

WRONG.
Sorry dear friends and conspirators.
A work of fiction that is a s deep as creating the story we want for ourselves, a story that is true to ourselves take time. Both in the creation and the fruition of the work.

Does the fact that it is taking time mean that it will not come to pass, no.

We must one and all be patient and lose the faith in our work. We will be distracted at times, and lose hope sometimes, but this is just the enemy trying to weedle his way back into our lives.

So, take a moment and think about the life you want, truly want, and write a story, do a painting, do (if you must) an interpretive dance if you must. Better yet, do all of them allow them to become integral part s of the machine, of the life bomb.

Find the powder, search out the housing, the mechanism, and the fuse. the light it damn it.

Allow all the parts to work in conjunction, let them move to where they fit, hear the clicking and whirring, and be patient for the explosion of your life.

Don't contain it. Let it cascade out and affect a change for those around you.

By bettering ourselves we can show the way for others.

Anywho, I have one such piece in play. I'll let y'all know how that went on the morrow.

Wish me luck.

Cheers
M