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It has been a long time since I last did anything here on these pages. The throes of winter, I lost any bit of steam I had remaining in me.
I’ve pulled out my old Smith Corona Royal to try to see if it can release some inspiration. Fleeting. Tapping feels good, but no one likes the sound.
A year and half back, I started a new project. Well, not a new project really. Just started putting 1s and 0s to thinking that had been banging around in my head since 1998 when I learned of a new murder in my family. These projects are good for me as they pull me out of the muck and get me using any free time I might be able to scrounge up. Better to write in the dark of the late evening than linger around other choices left to me alone.
These projects stir me to some productivity. I do not always finish them. Or determine midstream that they are not coming together in the way that I had originally envisioned. So I begin new ones. Sometimes many. Some now designed to be completed over many months and years. One new that will never find a true “ending.” A natural one, yes, but never reaching true completion. I have started an arch that will never touch ground again. More to come I would imagine…