Michael Louis Calvillo Must Be Destroyed

I’ve been lounging, Loyal Reader! Everything is okay, I’ve just been one lethargic lump. Lazy! No. Resting. My wife says it’s good and it’s what I need. The body is battling and recouping and battling some more and that kind of back and forth crap will knock anybody on their back. The body at rest, but still…the projects hover like buzzards. The creative nooks of my brain bend in anticipation. I get excited about this and that, but then I think who cares? Who wants to read my ramblings? What the hell am I doing here?

(The poised patience of insssssspiration…)

It passes the time… Yes, it does.

And it kind of defines me – like when people want to know what I do it’s kind of cool, and kind of egocentric, but more cool, to say, “I write horror novels.” I like that declaration. I’m just as proud to say, “I’m a high school English teacher,” but it’s not quite as flashy. It’s much more perfunctory. Alas, I’m of the mind that a man must work to be a man. This writing stuff doesn’t feel like work. It can be work, but the moment that happens, I back off.

Back to the fatigue… I’ve been doing a lot of inner staring. No, I’m not nutzo! I’ve been looking into myself and decoding life just like any sane person prone to introspection. I’m not learning all that much, but I’m oiling the wheels and defragmenting.

Beware the coiled snake.

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