Jill Scott's acoustic version of "Bedda at Home" plays (on repeat) while I empty my mind of the poetic fragments that have plagued it for some time, and also this posting. I didn't have internet access for about 6 days while on vacation, and although it drove me a bit insane when I needed the internet and didn't have it, for the most part I wasn't terribly upset about not being able to log on to my Twitter or my Facebook, or even to check my email (though I did regret having literally hundreds of emails once I got back home). I enjoyed the utter simplicity of being "internet-less."
While on vacation I did write about (*checks TextEdit document on my Macbook*) six new pieces that I may or may not post on here, or my erotica blog, or even my Facebook. I want them to remain with me and only me for some more time because I want to make sure what I wrote is where I want it to be. Hope that's not confusing.
I've been dabbling in haiku's lately because I love the simplistic complexity nature, which is also what I am. No, not a haiku, but a simplistic complexity, hence the blog title. Haikus force the writer to delve deep into the abyss, search for the correct word, and bring it to surface. So, you may be seeing more haiku's from me, and I hope you like them. If I ever upload them, that is.
Lala
