Feelings of a Yeti (And an Announcement)

Sometimes I feel like a Yeti.

You know the Yeti, the hairy snowman monster thingy that was apparently once a man who got lost in some snowy mountain and slowly grew hair, lost his voice, and eventually his marbles and became a monster, white and cuddly, but monster nonetheless.

Actually I don't want your blood or to kill you, I just want to know how to get to... No? Okay.

A few months ago I decided to quit all forms of formal employment and lock myself up in a room full of snacks and dreams. I think the lack of human contact and light has turned me into a social Yeti. I've become socially awkward, and somewhat rebellious, but in my defense I... I've got nothing.

You want a hug? What's that...?

Anyway, I've been writing a lot, just for writing sake, just to become a better writer. I'm still far from that, but at least I can string along a few coherent thoughts and through about some punctuation marks here and there and actually look like I have something going.

[My friend just called me. He's in a bookshop and he wanted to know which book I'd like. It is people like this that still keep me human.]

Human, as opposed to a psychopathic murderous clown 

Anyway, Yeti, yes I've become one. This is probably false, but I think every Yeti's dream is to reach the summit of the mountain that turned him into the monster he is, and probably every time a Yeti attacks climbers is just an attempt to ask for directions, and in their scared-as-heck foolishness the climbers scare the Yeti, and in return the Yeti... you get the picture. My dream too is to summit this damned mountain, and every so often as people, as they stare back at me incredulously, "Can't you see? Can't you see I'm onto something big?" But that often comes out in verbal blobs of incoherent gibberish, and they run away.

AARRRRRGGGGHHHHH! [Hi, I like your sweater]

But I'm getting there, hopefully without scaring off too many people, and when I finally reach the peak, I'll keep at it, because in all honesty, it reaches a point where it's all downhill, and that is an eventuality I will keep far from me.

Oh look, there's Nakumatt Junction

This blog is slowly coming to an end. I'm working on a site in which I will put all my thoughts together, a page for this sort of nonsense, and one for my more 'serious' work. In the meantime, I'll keep this blog alive (barely breathing), and post my almost serious experiments on this (other) blog.

Here's the latest short story: A Strange Sameness.

Let's keep the love and fun going on there too. Oh and we have a Facebook Page. You know you like it.... (see what I did there.)

To all other Yetis out there, it's possible, keep on.