The Ravens Nest

As stated, and illustrated the clear reasons why: Politics no longer welcome here, in the chat, or in my feed. Some of you, I have unsubbed from because of politics. I don’t even want politics I agree with in my feed because I can see it for what it is: Distractions to keep you and me fighting while those dickweeds in office take everything. I’m not making exceptions to that rule anymore. I have a litany of reasons why that, if listed, would make this too long for five emails and none of us are about that so, make no mistake, we are absolutely moving smooth on. Remember what I said about Distractions? Might wanna read that one too if you haven’t. In fact…

So, if you’ve found that I’ve unsubbed for political reasons or I’m muting posts, that’s why.

So, again, moving on. Let’s get back to that pic.

I know some can get offended by the things I post but that three-buck journal has quite a bit in it I don’t post. There are things inside that book will never be shared. As a matter of fact, once I’m done, I do an old time-honored tradition; I burn it.
This might seem a little over-the-top until you realize that there are some things that just aren’t anyone’s business. Let me give you an example. I will share only this.

I have an entry where I was lying on the bed with Louisiana, just taking a day. I looked over at him. He was laying on his side, staring at me the entire time.
I looked over at him and the realization occurred to me as I put the pen down and stroked his fur.
“You pack flat!”
That’s what I told him and he lay there looking at me, sleepy and unimpressed.
Once I began stroking the side of his face and down his entire left side, that’s when he responded, straight Harley-Engine-Level purrs.
That’s what the entry was about, just him. Little Louisiana laying there. My little furry shadow laying there just happy to be on flannel sheets on my big bed.
To me, the thoughts that came about from Louis “packing flat” were just amusing to me so, I wrote them down. That’s one of many things in that book. Good, bad, ugly, they’ll all go for two reasons.

First, I had to get that stuff out of my head and onto something but most importantly, get it the hell out of my damn head.

Second, It’s no one’s business. In fact, on top of the writings where I muse about this, that or the third, you’re probably going to be bored much of the time. I didn’t choose to share it so, it won’t be. In order to ensure those things are never seen, they’re burned. It’s part of letting go. I still hold onto some memories but, let it burn.

In short, this goes back to some survival math. Vulnerability, even if stumbled upon, will be exploited. Writing it all down kept it from building until things popped. Burning it was so that it stayed mine but now it was released. It’s out of my head. It’s done. Let’s go get another one and figure out what to write down in that one and repeat that process.

Purgatory, for want of a better name. That’s it. Nothing so dark or secretive.

Let me put it to you this way, not one of you have ever told me the toothbrush you use, the toothpaste you use, whether you use mouthwash or peroxide…and I just couldn’t give a shit less really. It’s your business, you know what works for your mouth and what doesn’t. I don’t have to weigh in on crap like that. Believe it or not, sometimes that’s what goes in there. In fact, a lot of that is what goes into the written journals.

What I will absolutely be posting here will be general stuff, thoughts I might care to share, stuff about The Nocturneverse and gaming, writing, etc.

If you’re about some One True Way in anything, this won’t be the place for you. I really need you, the reader, to understand that. That won’t change. Furthermore, if you see me and think that I look like a good ally to your cause, I’m not. That’s a fantasy you’re constructing which would better serve the fiction you may write. The reality that I’m telling you otherwise is here and documented and if you’re shocked by a revelation down the road, then I know you came in misinformed, willfully ignorant or with a pre-conceived image that I don’t owe anyone.

After the years of staying silent in rooms just to fit in, I just don’t join them now. I’m going to be a lot more quick to reach out to people one on one and say “Look, I get that that thing matters to you but it just doesn’t to me.” and we’ll go our separate ways.
Nothing personal, but I’m not going to be distracted any further from what it is I want to do. This time the boundary is set, you’re either in or in the way. You don’t have to be in if you don’t want to but please clear the path because we’ll be using it.

Let’s keep something clear. I’m not saying “If you want me to grace you with my presence…” and then issuing an ultimatum, I’m telling you this is just the path I’m on now and if that means you’re not on it, I get that. Good luck, I hope it all works out.

I don’t really have the room for a typewriter nor the space to keep reams of paper around for every thing I write but I do have room in a bag for a little notebook, pocket room for a notepad and sometimes, room for a journal that I keep for no other reason than just making notes or jotting shit down.

Let’s face a fact, we overshare. A lot. To the point of open insanity. None of us are immune, even I’ve done it. Sometimes it’s great and most times, not so much. That’s gotta go.

From here on out, just as it’s always been; real thoughts, real writing, no scripts, no generated filler, no echo-chamber noise.
From here on out, just absolute zero politics.
Don’t care who it is.
Don’t care where it’s from.
If you’ve decided to leave, that’s understandable. All the best. No hard feelings. It just is what it is.

Now, if you’re still here, great, welcome. Let’s talk about cool shit for a damn change.
Some things I’m just out to completely reclaim.
You’ll know them when you see them.