Yes, if you’ve been wondering why I haven’t posted more of Enchantments Veil, I’m wrestling with ideas.

I have a rough concept of this story, of who, where, and when … but I’m missing the what, and some of the why. Smidge here and there of the how. I have 10,000 words, beginning, middle, an end… and another 3000 more words of the next part… so far. But it is just a sketch in of what will be.

So, there’s that.

More importantly, I have a new job that pays the bills (3 months in, yeah me). It does get in the way, but do like it, great people. And, it has given me a chance to get some perspective. Stepping away, peopling, interacting, meeting new… people.

More on that. In a bit.

Ok, and, still rowing along with building my Etsy Shop, but rather stagnant viewership as the weather has warmed. An opportunity to tweak, and add, and cross-pollinate more of the two, between the Grove and the Journal. Yes, cross-pollinate… creating something… well… new.

So, there’s that.

And, I’ve recently learned that I actually enjoy my own company. I like my home, my dog, my plants, my creations, my Etsy shop, my stuff… my life. Amazing, right?

See, it all came about after I met this really nice older gentleman at this local pub, as I’d wandered over one Friday night in the mood to *people*. The girlfriend had threatened to come over with some beers and hang on the stoop. But no, she bailed.

So. An opportunity to interact with those I do not work for or with, do not give money to purchase things or ride on the bus with… AKA… *To people*… I was in the mood to. I needed now to… People.

Which, to my wonky thinking, is to be amongst other humans… by choice.

It’s an introvert thang.

Like, I choose to interact with… um… ya’ll.

So, after chatting with this man, and being intrigued, and 3 pints into a rather delightful evening, and I gave him my fkn number and arranged to get together and talk.

YES… fine… maybe one could term it a “daate”… but I… well… wasn’t really thinking of it in those terms myself… but I believe he was.

Well, old habits.

So, there’s that.

Still kicking myself for stupidly giving him my number. Damn.

And all week I’ve just been so surprised that I really really really value my solitude. It shouldn’t actually be such a revelation, but for some reason it is.

I really felt rather trapped at the thought of having to go on some blawdy date with someone I met at the bar.

Don’t get me wrong. Nice gentleman. Seriously. He was no slouch. He left after we’d chatted for maybe 2 hours, and only stayed for 1 more. He smiled a lot, as did I.

I didn’t ask him his age, because frankly, I didn’t really care. After all, he was beautiful. Older, blond hair, beautiful German skin, and a matching accent. Really active, and interesting, and we know the same people attached to the club that matched his skin and accent. A club… from way way back in the long ago when I used to do shows for that club that matched his accent, we did broadway stuff, and traditional things wearing a Dirndl.

Don’t… even.

Actually, he may even be older than my dad.

All that aside. All of it, cause I’m trying to paint a picture… poorly perhaps, but anwho.

I began to feel kind of angry… or cranky. All week. Till… oh… um… a few hours ago (Friday night, weekend off, by the by).

Revelation.

I don’t want to meet up with him after work, cause that’s my time. And I don’t want to meet him Friday night, Saturday, or Sunday, cause that’s me time. Well, me and Pika time.

So when? Well, never.

I realized tonight, I like my current circle of humans. I’m quite satisfied with them. Content with the number, their character, their ability to bugger off without me having to tell them. Which is golden.

Well, lesson learned.

I mean, it’s bad enough my sweet new neighbour who moved in last summer keeps saying hi to me whenever I see her and sometimes proceeds to have a conversation. Geesh.

Seriously though, I am still surprised that even after so long on my own, after this long stretch of solitude, I so value it? I’ve become really quite… enamoured with myself.

Egocentric as that may sound, there really is a sense of feeling rather contented with my solitude. I value it.

I got stuff to do. Geesh. I just need to on future peopling adventures, remain aloof and untouchable, as normally is my way. I do like to people, on occasion, but I suppose I’m really going to have to keep my peopling whilst drinking, in the company of those who aren’t my people, to a minimum.

The key, I guess, is how to balance peopling and solitude.

Well, I will try to get some of this shyte that’s been bouncing around in my head out soon, as far as the Veil is concerned. In the meantime, perhaps venture on over to temenosgrove.etsy.com. I put up a couple new fairy canvas prints and have finally been able to purchase a couple of them (3)… and if I do say so myself… I am rather impressed. And, the quality of the printing is quite good.

Still, a way to go, I’m on a steep learning curve, but I’m for the first time really DOING it. Stay tuned.

Much more is on the horizon… 😉