Self-fulfilling prophecy or self-aware inevitability?

I have said that I would eventually abandon this blog.

This, of course, is the usual "It's been a while" post, though I am loath to use that phrase, since one might associate it with that godawful song. But I suppose that since I opened this thing up, I might as well write something about something.

I just don't have many ideas. I spend my nights drinking and sometimes working on something I want to call a novel, sometimes working on things that nobody sensible would call "cover letters" and waiting either for rejection letters or not to hear anything at all. Of course, I am aware that this pity-party bullshit is not what anybody wants to read. I know, because as I reread it, it is making me sick. I just don't feel like hitting the backspace key because, if anything, I am at least building up a word count.

Anyway, there's no reason I shouldn't be writing something here all the time. I am sure I can find some way to entertain myself by writing something. About something. But not tonight. We'll just call this bit of nonsense... well, come up with your own metaphor for something that loosens something up.