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No, I'm some OTHER Anthony Anderson, not the one you might have seen in movies or on Law & Order. In addition to short stories in "Twisted Dreams", "Horrotica", and "The Nubian Chronicles"; I am also the author of "The Vile, Sinister, and Most Utterly Diabolical Account of Latrina Emerson" currently available at Amazon.com or at lulu.com I'm also part of The Gothic Creatives administrated by Andrea Dean von Scoyoc.

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Attempt 2014






Anyone here remember when "blogs" used to be called "essays"? Anyone here knew that the word "essay" also meant attempt. Here's my attempt to restart this blog. It might take awhile for me to get back to my 2007-2008 level of nonfiction writing.
8/13/2014




           I occasionally experience brief waves/sensations of giddiness mixed with sadness. It’s the closest I ever come to shedding tears (except for the ones I have when chopping onions). The most likely explanation is that I’m confronting the very real reality that I am lonely and that a single life is not my ideal. My problem is that I’m reluctant to reveal that I’m “looking” for someone on any online social network because of the kinds of people and concomitant drama that would draw toward me. I’ve reached the point in my life at which I’ve learned viscerally as well as intellectually not to accept just whatever partner is available comes my way. Still, being alone hasn’t always been a lot of fun for me…and now that I’m 46 and my 50s are just a few years away, I’m forced to admit that I’ve neglected a rather important aspect of myself by regarding relationships as unimportant.
            I tell myself to be grateful for all my past instances of unrequited love because with some considerable thought I could see that I was not quite right for the women I had wanted to be with. True, I’m really grateful that I’m still friends with a lot of them and I’m truly happy that they’ve found people they’re happy with, happy for their wonderful children, etc, etc. And of course, being single means that I’m available for when the right one comes along.
            Still, being alone can suck at times. I could use a hug right now.
            That’s another thing I’ve noticed about my current life. I don’t have a lot of physical contact with other people and I’m starting to feel it like a vitamin deficiency. I’m otherwise physically healthy but I sometimes get the sense something is amiss. And I don’t mean sex either (although that is something I also miss a lot; celibacy—especially when it’s not voluntary and/or goes on long after whatever time for reflection you may have needed it for—is rather overrated as far as I’m concerned.
            In the morning, I suspect I’ll get over this and get back to working on the novel. In fact, I have to wonder what purpose sharing all this has. It’s hardly entertaining. Maybe by getting this stuff out of my system, I can keep it from seeping into the writing that would be entertaining or informative or otherwise worth reading. Maybe the Twitter/Instagram/Facebook crowd is right in that lengthy navel-gazing blogs are so last decade. But hell, last decade was the one in which I decided to get back into writing. Without succumbing too much to nostalgia, I'd take that approach to online communication over sound bites any day; so fuck ‘em if they ain’t got the attention span.

8/14/2014

Okay, I had some chocolate this morning; so I'm okay now.


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