Writing Block

Well, it seems to me right and proper to start at the beginning…. The beginning, of course, is an arbitrary point just like any other… but is also the best way to call the idea of inmersing oneself in a story at once - and the beginning was…

… most likely it was when Alice dropped by for a cup of coffee - I’d just leaned that the cute bronze pot with the wooden handle was actually called an ibrik and this awaken a thereto dormant passion for Turkish coffee - she dropped by, I was saying, bringing the exciting but hoplessly mistaken news: I was dead

Needless to say, I immediately made sure the oposite was actally true and, stirring the foam in and pulling the ibrik out of the flame for a brief moment to allow the coffee grinds to settle, I begin to wonder what item from my rather scarce vestuary would be adecuate for the extraordinary circumstances… Alice was extatic. The black satin dress she bought when his mother died was still unused, courtesy of his cataleptic mother’s revival. Here at last she’d found the awaited occassion to wear it.

Truth be told, I did not stray too far out of my way to convince her I was alive - or that even in the event of my death, our relationship was not of such depth as to require mourning garments. I knew her well enough to know that nothing could dampen her enthusiasm, so the ibrik returned to the stove and I started seriously considering about the bonanza of happy secondary effects my timely death should entail.

In the begining there was the Verb.

And the verb was such that it shall not be pronounced in the company of children and women. Let us just say loosely that the Verb described an attempt at reproduction that while not often successful was nevertheless fun.

… an even tinier step for a blogger: I finally uploaded my “Paleontolomía” page. It should have taken me two hours and it ended up taken over 3 months!However, I will trode on and continue the improvements on mi literature site - it’s a promise.In the meantime, I leave you all in good health - or so I hope.

Our future is what we have forgotten, our past is what we have managed to remember. To live through this is to gradually remember our future while trying not to forget our past.