I haven’t posted regularly in years. Maybe I should feel bad about that, but somehow I don’t. Life has been…difficult, let’s say, in the intervening years. I’ve written countless drafts, numerous stories, and continued to work on a novel, more off than on, that will probably never see the light of day.

I have moved from California to Texas, and now from Texas to Oregon. I’ve bought a house and sold a home. I’ve started therapy, and ended therapy, and looked for a new therapist. I’ve tried to figure out why I’m so angry; at the world, at the universe, at my friends and family, but mostly myself. I’ve gotten answers and even accepted some truths.

I had hoped to have a little place in this world to type some silly stories, or put some thoughts in the world, or to express myself a little more freely. But the world right now doesn’t seem like a place that stories are silly, or that want my thoughts or expressions. It seems like a place that discourages these actions, violently occasionally. And that is the real reason; posting these little things is opening myself up to a world that is hostile to such thoughts, or at least one that just doesn’t want it.

Well, maybe the world we live in isn’t always as straightforward as it seems. Or as we’d like. Sometimes things are more complicated that we want them to be, and sometimes they’re painfully easy to understand. I hope that this little corner of the dead abyss that used to be the internet can be a place that is open to ideas and free expression, to love and light and laughter. To a story among friends, a whisper in the dark. Mostly, I hope that I still have a place.

Until next time…good night and good luck.