Writing and Love (or the Lack of It)

I know that it has been remiss of me in the past few weeks to post with such irregularity, but such is the way of idlers some of the time, if not most of the time. The most recent surge of interest and energy has come from the world of writing, of real writing by a real writer- begging me to put aside once and for all the nonsense that amuses me a good percentage of the time. True that I've still to complete a second novel in the so-called adventure series, but the less said of that, the better. What I mean is that the faint cry to write, write, write has been calling again from the murkiest of depths, and for once I may well heed it.  

In the meantime, here is a two line play that I composed from my ephemera collection.

Now imagine ten minutes in the dark and then the curtain falls.