Signs of life

Well, you may (or may not) have noticed that I’ve been away for a while. Or, better: through the ringer, for ‘away’ is so innocuous and implies sunny beaches (though there was some of that) and sangria and romantic trysts at sunset. But while through the past months the clouds were oppressive, there seems to now be a crack in the blanket that is letting the glimmers of light through once more.  In a nutshell: writing is solitary, tortured work riddled with almost limitless uncertainty, and when things seem dark it is difficult to keep any semblance of proportion.

But: more of that in coming posts. I guess you could call this an amuse-bouche. Come back soon for the entrée.

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