As glorious solitude once again slowly but surely evaporates

> Let's keep it simple since you know that's how we roll > at Flirting With Nihilism. For the sake of this post, > a writer is someone who writes. It's as simple as that.

<sigh of relief>

> The act of writing is undoubtedly the most important > part of writing, but there are a number of other writerly > activities that contribute to the craft. > ... > Editing > Reading > Journaling > Observing

Great reminders.

For me the main attraction is a certain inner state of what I want to call “hovering receptivity” akin to an enlightenment of sorts – as though I'm a Ouija Board puck sufficiently finely balanced to move as varieties of spirits might initiate/coax/encourage.

> Impurity is the result of the improper use of sex. Another > name for the improper use of sex is fornication. Criminals > are always born out of the improper use of sexuality: > fornication.

Oooh... now there's a not oft heard claim....

But we're all criminals, really, insomuch as we feel separate from What Ineffably Is: literally stealing away....

The “partner is about to awaken” tension is beginning to rise, which implies being perpetually pulled back to attending to drama-laden stories, feigning borderline hyperbolic interest therein, and so on and so forth to “keep the peace” – as normal people can get quickly suspicious-if-not-crotchety when others aren't falling in “how we're supposed to be” line....

So... let's post this much and go embrace the inevitable with gusto and fond memories of the joy of this wee-hours solitude....