Quite awhile ago I spent the summer doing theater in Princeton,and I was able to spend some time in the theater between shows, when the house was empty, the lights low, and the sets shrouded in shadow. Once or twice I was able to be on stage by myself, facing the rows of unoccupied seats alone.
Treading those quiet boards felt a lot like this place does: all set up for a play, but lacking its player and, doubtless, an audience.
There's a very small stack of Draft posts in the Entries section of my Movable Type control panel. One of them, in particular, started out as a blog post about Serious Things and quickly morphed into something else, something that might be destined for places most unblogly. About all I've been really been able to muster up have been little bursts of text over on Facebook. I've also been recording some music again, having figured out how to properly mic the new Guild (you can listen to it here).
I've never been an obsessive chronicler, like some people. I've also never been particularly cheery, that peculiar brand of general optimism that lets one push on through the rough times without getting too bogged down. Me, I get bogged down, and the past couple of months have been boggy indeed.
There is, however, a certain amount of light over yonder, which is simply this: in the summer of 2011, you'll be able to hold my first novel in your hands. And that's all I'm able to say about it at this point. Further bulletins as events warrant.
Treading those quiet boards felt a lot like this place does: all set up for a play, but lacking its player and, doubtless, an audience.
There's a very small stack of Draft posts in the Entries section of my Movable Type control panel. One of them, in particular, started out as a blog post about Serious Things and quickly morphed into something else, something that might be destined for places most unblogly. About all I've been really been able to muster up have been little bursts of text over on Facebook. I've also been recording some music again, having figured out how to properly mic the new Guild (you can listen to it here).
I've never been an obsessive chronicler, like some people. I've also never been particularly cheery, that peculiar brand of general optimism that lets one push on through the rough times without getting too bogged down. Me, I get bogged down, and the past couple of months have been boggy indeed.
There is, however, a certain amount of light over yonder, which is simply this: in the summer of 2011, you'll be able to hold my first novel in your hands. And that's all I'm able to say about it at this point. Further bulletins as events warrant.
No lack here, my friend. We did mill about somewhat aimlessly this last bit, but come monday, I was planning to erect a tetherball thingamabob, so no worries. A relief, however, as there was a 50-50 chance i'd have ended my days wrapped to a pole, and entirely the wrong sort of pole at that.
Good to know that you had a plan. Tetherball is the ultimate in contingency fun.