life
I'm going through a weird "life crisis" thing that I really need to deal with. In order to do that I am ridding myself of much of the Internet world, limiting myself to writing this blog and recording vlog updates on YouTube, whut I will post here. I've been dealing with stress and weirdness since my mother's death in February, feeling like a lost soul and all of that crap. I think it has made me really sick mentally and emotionally, and I'm feeling weird up ye ass. Not exactly certain of what I need to do, but one thing I know I need is quiet isolation from the world. For the past month the only thing I want to do, that I enjoy, is sitting in my wonderful living room and reading, drinking in ye classics of World Literature. Dante, Milton, Shakespeare, the Scriptures, classic poetry -- they feed my soul and calm my mind. Literature saves my life, saves me from myself. One huge disappointment has been my inability, for almoft a month now, to write. I had convinced myself, after returning from Providence, that I was now able to write easily, to write lots of new stuff. It lasted for a few weeks, and then it died.
Anyway, I need to rest and heal. I need to find myself once more on the path called Life. I mean to do so, if it kills me.
Wishing you the best, Wilum.
ReplyDelete--Jordan
“Creative minds are uneven, and the best of fabrics have their dull spots.” ― H.P. Lovecraft
(All my best wishes and good thoughts)
ReplyDeleteI left the internet behind for two years. It was a good thing for me to do. All my best and hope to see you in Portland.
ReplyDeleteHold fast my friend.
ReplyDeleteTake care, Mr. Pugmire. You are an inspiration and your works are a comfort to seekers of the weird and wonderful the world over.
ReplyDeleteWilum, I know where you are coming from. Now you need to be your own carer. Life changes always and the mind and body need rest and comfort.
ReplyDeleteI receive such comfort from your words both through your stories and here where I can take in the wonder-full view from Sesqua Valley... Your choice of words is delicate as a butterfly's gossamer wing. Rest in the delicate beauty of the poets of thee past. My thoughts are with you my friend. G. :-)= xoxo
Thank you all for your comments. It fills me with sweet joy that my writing has given some of you a sense of "comfort," because that is what the writing of those words does for me. It cools my hot fever'd brain. Now that I have reach'd this antique age of 62, the most I want from life ls the comfort, the peace of mind, that can be found only in poetry and great Literature. Poetry is the balm of my life. Isn't it strange, the things that helps us through dark days? The way our mind can control the functions of our body? Life is weird.
ReplyDeleteI remember when I first corresponded with you back in ~2004, you were actually an antiquarian who wrote long hand letters! The internet is a seductive tool but it is also a time sink. I'm thinking of backing off my online presence as well so I have more time to read. I hope to see you at the next NecronomiCon!
ReplyDeleteI shall miss you a lot, but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
ReplyDeleteLoads of love sweetie and I hope to chat with you again.
Be well and may your journey bring you comfort, a little enlightenment and great joy.
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