It’s been a while since publishing anything but trust me, there are half-woven stories strewn about my apartment.

I don’t have much to say about my own life except that it seems to be stabilizing. My font of creativity is still flowing and I’m mastering the bottling process one day at a time. I have an adolescent story line that develops muscle every time I put in work. Other thoughts are compiling into what I’m labeling Live Material for now. An inkling for morphing some writing into stage pieces is scratching at the back door of my brain.

All is well, to the extent it can be. I am plagued with thoughts of worthlessness and mediocrity but it hasn’t killed me yet!