What’s with all the shouting?

About a year ago I said I’d come back to my blog and resume shouting into the void. So much for that, eh? 

I’ve been writing on the side, working on a few tales in various states of disarray and incompleteness, trying several different writing tools in parallel, and with the rest of life taking up time the reader-less blog got - spoiler! - set aside.

And so I write. Right now with thumbs on a tablet, slowing me down, but I write.

Later we’ll talk shop, and personal things. But I write. It feels good to flex this atrophied fiber.

And so I write.