Good afternoon my faithful.
I know I have been away from you for far too long, but alas, like all accomplished scoundrels and grifters, I have a good excuse.
You see the Lifebomb is a process. A set of intrinsic psychic gears and cogs slowly churning into place. Sometimes this pace is so slow as to be imperceptible to the burgeoning fictionaut.
Sometimes is come quickly, so fast as to take you back on your heels with the speed of change.
The Lifebomb, though, is a complicated blend of the two methodologies. After all, we are trying to create the world that we wish to live in, to create the very life that we want for ourselves and those around us. That is no small order indeed.
So, where have I been? you ask.
A very fair question. In fact, it is one that I am happy to answer.
I have been in hell.
Now, I can hear the sudden intake of breath and the questions that you are all saying, some with a carefully crafted string of explicatives.
I will repeat myself, I have been in hell.
You see the Lifebomb that I have created for myself is an all encompassing piece of work. One that I had to take a step back from to allow it to begin it's own evolution into detonation.
In the process of stepping back I had underestimated the various rates that the different cogs would click into their designated positions. Some came quick and with the minor accomplishments that were expected.
Let me tell you the feeling of seeing things start to come to fruition was almost a Dionysian high.
Then came the great pause. As the larger and more dominant pieces sought to come into play a sense of tension grew.
It took me sometime to diagnose the malaise that came over me. I found that the enemy that I have so fought against all these many years was growing stronger. I sought refuge in old ways and doubt.
Yet, I couldn't shake the success of earlier parts.
So, I put my big ol' analytical brain to work. I reread all the works I had created, recharged all the sigils, and went to the journals.
Then it dawned on me. Like a proverbial piano landing on my hero Wiley Coyote, it was the bomb.
This tension, this damnable sense of impending something that was driving me slowly cuckoo for coco puffs was of my own creation.
I was sensing the greater parts starting to slowly churn into play.
Now, how long before the detonation, I have no idea.
It is moving though.
So, the lesson my dearest, is that there will be times of this nagging tension, this building pressure that will dominate your reality for time indeterminable.
Do not give up, do not give in. Persevere, write more, remain focused.
It will come to pass.
We will be who we will ourselves to be...
Till later on.
Morris
