Blurgh...

Am here. Pulling myself slowly upwards towards the light. Clawing my way out of the darkness. It was wonderful to have time with family on Monday, but so sad it was to say farewell to someone so beloved. On our return we attended another funeral, one of my best friend's fathers passed on Saturday. A sad week, all in all.

And as for DERBY training last night? Pfft. You can read of my piss-weak effort on the hellion blog. Just follow the link.

I still have not been into the school, am hoping to make myself go in next week. Just pray I have the strength and can avoid any small talk. Really do not want to see any of the toxic teamsters. Wish they had a mark to show if they have been tainted. I also want to thank you all for being so supportive over the last few weeks, it does mean a lot and I am sorry if I did not acknowledge that, I was finding it hard to keep breathing let alone interact.

I also have realised I have some beautiful irl friends too, two in particular who I know read this. Thank you. In some small part of my scorched heart you gave me hope.

And now, I am hoping this is the last I need to talk about any of this for quite a while. Cannot promise, but I can only try to get this blog back to what it was about.

Lost 1 follower this week, probably bored them to death with my whining, self-focused dribble. And on that note, a question? Are there any Muse Wars running at the moment? I know Melissa had a flash, but it seemed all the regular rascals were awol. Are we up for it again? Ladies? Kakka, it was your turn to post a pic, wasn't it? Would welcome the distraction at the moment. Might just kick start me back into blogdom.

Things I'd Tell You Challenge - Walking Away

Clack clack clackity clack... The staccato of her steps eerily echoed around the empty foyer as Claire nervously glanced over her shoulder. So far so good, no-one appeared to halt her purposeful progression to the door.

"Going somewhere?" She freezes like a rabbit in the high beam of a hunting ute. God no. She was so close to escape.

"George? You were sleeping so soundly I didn't want to wake you."  She summons forth her most dazzling smile, revealing her bleached pearly whites to their best effect.Turns to face her captor. "And after our late night," pauses lowering her lashes suggestively, seductively, "Well, I thought you could use some well-earnt rest."

"Ah, my sweet, but why the bag?"

"This? Oh, I'm just taking some of last season's purchases down to the consignment shop. It was your idea, remember?"

"You mean my cutting up your credit cards, and closing your accounts with the designer stores? Or the fact that I had the audacity to suggest you might like to look for employment?"

"Oh George, darling. I know you really didn't mean it, you were just angry with me for my silly splurge." Claire prettily pouted and leant forward to lightly run her peach pink fingernails through the tantalising tuft of chest hair peeking above his unbuttoned shirt. "And I thought we made up last night?" She allowed a becoming blush to shade her already heated cheeks. Pink was so her colour.

The pitiful yelp spoilt the effort as George tightly encased her hand halting movement. He pulled her close, enfolding her against his chest as with other arm he seized the suitcase she held within her grasp.

As he pinned her to him, he deftly opened the clasp on the luggage. Out tumbled the bright array of her new purchases, incriminating tags flashing the immeasurable cost of her addiction. The evidence of her lies flowed across the foyer floor like silken traitors. Claire cautiously raised her sullen gaze to George. Meeting his look of dismayed disgust she knew she had gambled and had lost.

"Oh Claire..."

Well?

Am trying to work my way out of this black funk, determined to keep blogging even though my mojo has packed its bags and run as fast and as far as it can.

You just may have to wade your way through a quagmire of tedium for a while.

I AM feeling rather Doryish these days...

The Blojo Thief Part 1

Rumours were flying around the small, select fraternity of bloggers, something or someone had struck fear in the group's hearts.  No-one could pinpoint the exact time it occurred, but each quivered with terror, would they would be next?  It had all began when Melissa had raised the alarm a few days previously, but now a second victim had tentatively come forward... Another young, beautiful, talented and usually prolific blogger, with her admission candida had unwittingly revealed a pattern. Striking quickly, quietly and with terrifying victim precision we had become the targets of a blogging mojo thief. A blojo bandit. Phrases, words, and inspiration stolen only from those with completely honed skills, their most precious possession, gone. Whatever or whomever this blojo brigand was, their taste was unimpeachable. Who would be next? What rambling writer would awaken to an empty heart, and a paused keypad?

Our gathering needed answers, and we needed them fast. Our girls wanted their mojo back!

   ... or is it?