Noble Enough

Dear oh dear, whatever happened there, kind reader? We were doing quite well, I thought. Certainly we had the odd dip here and there, the ever present bouts of silence, but there was undeniably a sense of consistency, of regularity. Why, for the better part of a year we were, if memory serves, in contact with no longer than a week's absence. Quite the sticky wicket, eh?

Damnedest thing, I've not been able to sit myself down for any prose. Of course, that should hardly come as any surprise, I imagine you're rather too familiar with my modus operandi regarding that. Although, of note, whilst giving a few tips and pointers to a dear old lass struggling somewhat with a similar set of mental hurdles in regards to this whole writing ordeal I found myself more than comfortable hammering out a few paragraphs here and there. Hardly a moment passed and there I had several hundred words down that I didn't despise - quite the achievement given the time frame for me. This being her story, obviously, not mine; so perhaps it's just my ubiquitous sense of self worth getting in the way of anything of my own creation. It wouldn't be the first time, I suppose.

Almost two months, I think, since my last missive, awfully inexcusable. I find myself with a great many things bearing on my mind. It's been a rather... vulnerable time, of late, for me. I am sure that were you to tromp through these petty archives here you would more than likely find an example of my confiding into you such information in the past. Why not now? Well, I'm not entirely certain I have an answer for you. Vulnerability saps the deductive powers and reasoning facilities in a most powerful manner, I have observed in my extensive experience in the matter.

Perhaps, kind reader, you are amongst that sad and sorry crew foolish enough to anchor themselves in some way with my tedious presence in their lives. It is also entirely possible that, were that true, you have been left by the wayside by this recent incommunicado. If these suppositions hit home, then you might wish to be aware that alienation has not been my intention. Merely an inner rally to await convalescence, of a sort. If that anchoring presence is some how comforting, kind reader, and you have no desire to be rid of said burden, then I'm afraid I have nothing to offer you but the old and worn out assurance I have thrown about many a time before that the storm will pass.

Look at me, being mister optimist, ahah. Quite droll, eh?