This I Knead

 I'm allergic to nuts. What does that have to do with the picture or the title, or even bread as a whole? I don't know; well, I didn't know when I chose to use that simple sentence to lead in to this blog post but I hope I'll make some sense very soon. It's been a ridiculous span of time since I posted anything, and that's not because I haven't been writing (on the contrary, I just finished producing a short play festival that I am really quite proud of.) I've been away because I lost focus of the reason I started this blog. I need this as a space to create and hash out literary conquests and dilemmas. My dilemma, that I am faced with now, is being a parcel. I'm allergic to nuts. Gone from being a cog in the machine a part, now I sit apart fallen like a nickel through an aperture  a cast iron grid a fake smile a passing hello.  Gone from being a cog in a machine operating in/outside of my own will feeling yet filling a space...

Much like anyone who is trying to develop a new habit, a new recipe you could say, I approached this process with the wrong mentality. When your batch of croissants loses its fluffiness and sweetness quickly, you don't simply make a new one, you examine your recipe and see where you can improve it. It's all well and good to want to do things differently but if you just want to lessen your procrastination time rather than improving your productivity levels, you are in for a big surprise. I could have hopped on my proverbial high horse and lied saying I have changed my ways, but this is not what I need. i have fallen off the wagon a bit. The ideas still keep flooding in and some are developed enough for me to actualise this very moment, but I have ultimately run into my first hurdle. as I nurse my aching gums, I invite you to indulge in a story in progress "Venom".  What I am going for with Venom  is to get back into the swing of telling stories but finding...