Resolution

Eyes cast down, twisting a strand. of hair, my fingertips approach the keyboard in small, shuffling steps. 
 Guilty child.


"Ridiculous!", I tut. 
'It's a blog! 
There's no pressure to write!
I have no obligation to it! 
It's just a stupid piece of cyberspace! 
Not using the space does not qualify as 'neglect'!'


... And yet, I feel guilty for not observing the discipline that is attempting to write creatively, or at the very least, honestly.


So I make a very dubious resolution, to surf less and type more. 


No doubt time will show just HOW dubious that is! 


And no doubt, my fingers will continue their shuffling steps! 

Ode To Honesty

Fragrant cotton
Sun-bleached soul
Death black scorpion
Sting in its tail.

Note To Self #1
All those pretty fables about the warm glow of Doing The Right Thing?
It's all a vicious lie!

(Particularly when it costs over two thousand pounds!)