I’m having a lowercase day. I want to go out and play, but it is raining, a misty, drenching, all-consuming rain that chills you right down to your bones, even on a warm day, which it isn’t. Today’s haiku: Cloud
A tree is down in our garden at home, close to the house. I’m waiting for word on whether there is any damage. They have had a lot of storms there lately. I have decided not to sweat it (if I could in cold, wet Blighty). We have a man who can deal with it.
I didn’t sleep well again last night. I was awake (mostly) until the dawn chorus, which is about 3:30 am here. Then I slept heavily until after 9 am.
A lot of the followers of my sites are bloggers about blogging. Apparently, I’m breaking all the rules. I should be giving tips, and titling my blogs something like: 10 ways to the heart of a man, or 3 things to do when the lights go out.
Fuck it. I would rather give enigmatic titles that seduce you into reading or playful titles that trick you into engaging. Granted, only a few people are engaging, and I don’t have thousands of followers. Frankly, I would just rather have a handful that truly engage, perhaps those who inspire me.
I’m also supposed to add a load of tags to make it searchable. Thus far, I have found the most effective to be sex, travel, cooking, blogging, and running. By far, the most successful is “sex”, which is fine with me, but if you want me to follow you back, I want to see quirky, sexy, engaging writing (fiction or poetry), or artwork, photos. Seduce me with your art.
I need to be seduced. Seduce me. You know what I like.
2 of Swords. Peace.
Balance and equilibrium. I feel oddly calm today. All those things that I should be doing seem far away today. I’ll keep it that way as long as I can, and maybe that will leave me open to inspiration.
Come on, seduce me. I know you want to. Engage with me.