Hello again, 4 years later. So much has happened. I think I can skip past a lot of it, since it happened to all of us.

One of the things that happened to me is that I stopped painting. Temporarily, I think. I’ve had a lot of domestic upheaval in the last 4 years and it’s possibly going to settle down in the next year or so.

In lieu of watercolor painting, which requires a whole setup and water and a flat surface and being able to keep the edge wet and and and and, most of my “creative work” - putting that in quotes for reasons I’ll get into in a sec - has been in the form of writing.

I’ve been mucking about with Substack and was on the verge of migrating my work over to a less gross platform, but I was looking at yet another subscription fee and realized that I have this site just sitting here. So I’m reclaiming this blog as a place where I can dump my writing. Occasionally, it will feel like an actual dump. Sorry, but not really. You chose to come here. (And I’m glad you did.)

A lot of the writing is memoir; some of it is fiction; some of it is just something that popped into my head or that I noticed that day. I’m still figuring out whether I want to tag any of it as such or just let you wonder. I’m inclined toward the latter, but I change my mind constantly.

So. Here we are. Welcome back.

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EDIT: Oh dear me, I completely forgot about the “why I put ‘creative work’ in quotes” thing. My brain is very, very full of basically anything but writing. In an effort to resuscitate what used to be a verdant part of not only my brain but my personality, I signed up for a memoir course…and it’s been a challenge. In a recent class, I said, “the part of my brain that makes flowers isn’t getting a lot of blood right now.”

All this to say: some of this - possibly a lot of this - is going to be absolute shit. But hey. You want something better, write it yourself.