So...here we are again.
I don't know, gang. I just don't know.
When I was younger, I wondered how people just stopped writing. It was in my blood, you know? It was part of me, something I had to do. I always wondered how that could just...stop.
I hate to admit it, but I think I've discovered the answer. Life changes, and we change with it.
I stopped writing one night, and then I just didn't ever really start again. I still hole up every November and write a novel, but most nights, I turn on the TV or pick up my phone, and next thing I know, it's time for bed, and then it's a new day, and that's how it goes.
I hate it, that something that was such an important part of me for so much of my life has just faded out. I wish I was still defined by my need to write. I wish I still thought of myself as a Writer, even if I never had any real accomplishments. I wish that I still made time every night to sit down at my computer, or pick up a notebook, and create.
But I have a kid, now. I have a business to run. I have life to deal with.
That said, I would really like to get this website back in business.
I know, I know: I've said that probably a hundred times over the past half-dozen years. But I actually have been making time to write, lately. It seems like something I could manage, again.
I'm going to try it.
I thought this place was deserted, and that's a pretty accurate description. But once a Strangelander, always a Strangelander, I guess, because every once in awhile, someone will pop back in (looking at you, Jesse), and it makes me feel like I've dropped the ball.
So I'm going to do my best to post on a more regular basis. I can't promise it will be anything worth reading, but we've never made that sort of promise around here, so what the hell, right?