The Beast Awakens

Yesterday I got very run down. I slept as though some strange fever had taken me. I had vivid hallucinogenic dreams. It was a typical of the mental and physical "breakdown" that hits me from time to time. When I awoke this morning, all the voices in my head had vanished like specters in daylight. But I can feel them still creeping around in my psyche, waiting to catch me and scold me for weakness.

*cough*  I'm sorry.  Did I just say that out loud?

So, according to Max, the Crooked House Project is rebooting. For any of my readers (do I still have readers?) who don't remember what the project is, Her Crooked House was an idea for a summer project. Me and five others (some of whom I met and some of whom I've only met online) were going to pool our resources in order to buy a particular house way out in the middle of nowhere. We were going to repaint and remodel this house. We were also going to blog about our experiences living together in that house.

The problem was that we never bought the house.

However the circle of blogs we made to support the project still exist. Yesterday the self-appointed leader of the project, who writes a kind of hipster filmmaker-y blog, stirred the pot and challenged us all to engage creatively even though technically speaking a crooked house project without a crooked house is a bit, I don't know, metaphysical.  He wrote: Who's With Me.

I'm very curious to see if any of the others are on board.