Surf Ire

I should have been here yesterday, but the lure of cotton and warm comfort proved too much. Despite my protestations, I remained unproductive.

Bah, you anonymous shill. I hate how you have made me defend myself. It's always hard to know whether it is better to ignore baseless allegations, or reject them outright. By ignoring them, you allow rumour and conjecture to foster, by rejecting, you give them acknowledgement. Either way he got his rise, and I feel like a marlin on its way to shore.

The wait goes on for my inspiration. I can feel it, but I cannot touch it. It will leak from me soon, of that much I am certain, but the question remains, will I be ready for it?