The new year is already plodding along and I've not yet made a peep on my blog. It's hardly intentional, but rather an unfortunate side-effect of my current situation.
Over the holidays, you see, I invited a new person to share my life. His name is WIP, short for Work In Progress. It's a beautiful name, isn't it? Mostly, I call him "Man," short for manuscript. We're still working through our little nicknames (we're cute, I know! I hate new couples, too. Annoying, gushy things that we are).
Anyway, Man and I met just at the end of last year, on Christmas day. I was on my couch, a phlegmy disgusting remnant of the woman I had once been. I groaned and flipped between a Doctor Who marathon and a Big Bang Theory marathon, and he showed up unexpectedly. I hesitated at first, not believing on this day, on a holiday, when I was sick and sequestered at home, that he would show up now.
I soon found my manners again. I forced myself off the couch, put on two pairs of fuzzy socks and a thick sweater, made some tea for both of us, and then we sat down together.
It wasn't magic right away. I mostly entertained him because he'd showed up. I mean, to be fair, part of me knew he would soon be coming, but I hadn't expected him today.
The next day, we met for coffee outside the house, with a chaperon, to be proper. But that didn't last. A few days later, I was shutting myself away alone with Man, spending hours together by candlelight.
And I love him. The year is already sliding by as we nurture our romance. Just the other day, he showed me that eating people wasn't such a bad thing. I never knew that! And then, I taught him to clone himself out of safety. He liked that.
I won't go into the details, those are private, for now. He has a very dark kernel in his soul that I find endearing, and he cleaves people and splits their heads open. But don't worry - he's also very gentle and conflicted.
I hope you'll all love him, when you meet him.
And so I'm sorry I've been so silent. But, as all good things must come to an end, I'm hoping this wild romp will end in a few months, to transform from passionate love to something quieter and more everlasting. We'll see how the world greets Man, when I finally let him go.
I promise I'll try and come back more often. When Man and I are taking a break, perhaps.
In the meantime, I hope your 2012 is going well and that you're enjoying a wild, passionate dance of your own.