O Arise, All You Sons

O Arise, all you sons of this land,

Let us sing of our joy to be free...

Papua New Guinea.

I start with a mention of this delicious-sounding state not only because it is highly unlikely it will ever get mentioned again elsewhere in my writing, but also because, as locations in the modern-day world go, there are few others quite as unexplored or estranged. And it's been so long since I actually sat and started to write something substantial that my own mind is feeling somewhat like I imagine Papua New Guinea would feel if a country was granted such sensation: a little isolated, untouched, undiscovered (and difficult to spell)...

This year, I've aimed to actually finish one of my 'big' projects in writing, and I do seriously intend on sticking to that goal. But I'm yet to retrieve all the bits and pieces I need to begin my writing, thanks to a truly horrific external hard drive and its corrupt innards. I do feel for the poor little fella - I have IBS, so have had some dealings with corrupt innards myself - but until I can remove all of the stuff crammed inside it's wee stomach, I can't really move on...

...sounds a lot like IBS actually.

Sitting on my hands whilst figuring out how to cost-effectively save my collection of crowings and conflations was making me feel like a terribly cheap boob-job - I began to sit with a peculiar posture and started to deflate somewhat - so I decided it was time to start up a blog again. And, hopefully this time, keep it up.

It'll probably end up being a random collection of cross-eyed, cross-dressed chunterings, but maybe I'll find some interesting things to talk about along the way too...

...after all, when was the last time somebody mentioned Papua New Guinea in conversation?