Knightly Scribblings of the Year

The 341st of the Year 2022: Day 7 of B.E.D.D.

A Uneventful day


         Aside from the usual day-to-day duties, nothing out of the ordinary to report. I didn't have much in terms of conversation today, either. I couldn't be more disappointed with how today turned out. And now I am remarkably uninspired and unmotivated. Which is additionally horrible since I have been chosen to decide where the company Christmas party will be on Friday. It is hard to think about a future dinner when full, and now I have no spark of imagination on top of that.


         I am going to put on a pot of coffee to see if that helps anything.


Let Me Ramble


         With a little coffee in hand, I am going to talk as if you care.


         That yellow suitcase beside my pen name caused me a lot of grief as much as it excited me when I first got it. I was struck with a severe case of imposter syndrome at the time, and that coincided with the arrival of lockdowns and the mass destruction of my social supports. Nearly two years after the fact, I have finally come to accept that yellow case. Part of my acceptance was realizing that I was already holding myself to the standard I expected of a preferred author, even if my full portfolio wasn't at the level I thought it had to be at. So now I have started ending my blog posts and reviews with the extra flair of


         This was a long time coming, and I wish I hadn't let it get to me as much as it did. Yet I am fine with it now, and that is all I could want right now; everything else will follow as time goes on.

Memento Mori,


 KS