Do you hear that sound? That high-pitched whine just at the edge of hearing? The wail whose source you just can’t quite find, every time you try to focus your hearing onto it, the sound just slides away to somewhere else. It’s the sound that’s making your dogs ears bleed and your cutlery melt. That sound is me. It is an exquisite requiem rendered in panic, anxiety and failure. For you see, I forgot to write the blogpost for the beginning of July’s Pictonaut Challenge. Now it’s gone 7pm, the post should have slithered onto the internet seven hours ago. But it couldn’t, because it did not exist. I should have written it last night but I got distracted. I could make my excuses, there was a THUNDERDOME, some faeries, boots which were made for thinking. But so much of it is a strange and incomprehensible blur of which I can only grasp loose and vivid shards. And so I am lost in a thick soup of panic as I frantically hammer away at my keyboard, desperately trying to finish this blogpsot before anyone notices that it’s missing. that soupy, black panic pulls me further into its fathomless depths, it swallows me, I cannot find The Way Out.
Boom! Say this for The Rogue Verbumancer, he is the master of the extremely tenuous segue. Such a master that I fear one day I shall make a segue so tenuous that it will not in fact exist. It will be my crowning glory.
This month’s image is the work of Polish artist Michał Karcz and it involves some kind of cave, grotto, warren or lair and perhaps, a way out (hence the name. Honestly with such quality of wit I must be the reincarnation of Oscar Wilde.)
The Rogue Verbumancer – A Disaster in the 2nd Person
James Clayton – Jumping Off Point