Found this quote while searching for books to read.

Writing is easy: all you do is sit staring at a blank sheet of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead’ - Gene Fowler

University of KZN Press quote of the day

This morning I switched on the computer and on to my pageflakes page and came across this post on Women of Color Blog echoing some of my own thoughts and feelings.

so we all know that occasionally, bloggers hit their wall and they just can’t do it any more. that it just builds up and builds up and builds up and finally, things collapse, and there’s the deep horrible feeling in the pit of your stomach that you want nothing more than to explode your blog or write a massive fuck you to the entire world?

Somewhere along the way things got lost. the bottom line is that really very few people actually give a fuck. SandMonkey was right after all - we live in a world of EXTREME APATHY. Who gives a shit about Khwezi, shackdwellers or violence against women, lesbians getting raped or young black men killing each other and then making t-shirts of the dead? Probably BL will be back sometime meanwhile a really big thanks to all the contributors - the space is here if you want - if not well it will either revive itself or die a slow death.

Sokari arrived home today - God knows where she has been all these months. That’s the thing about humans they just disappear without any explanation or at least one that dogs and cats understand. I mean I thought she had gone forever though sometimes I heard her voice coming out of the computer but since I couldn’t see her I didn’t get that either. Anyway she’s back now and I am mad with happiness - I missed our long walks off the lead and running and splashing in the river so lots of good doggy fun to come I hope! (yea I know I look a bit miserable in the photo but that’s because I had to sit down quietly while she took photos of me with this daft thing round my neck that C made for me)

Tags: South Africa;

I woke up this morning
After a week of hibernation
I decided I had been hiding long enough
So I blasted myself in to her heart
Pumping the blood through her veins
You think you can turn your eyes, close your ears,
Shut your mind to me who has the name of
Pain?