You might have noticed that the blog’s been dark for a while. (Or, more likely, you didn’t.) But for the three of you out there who read this thing, suffice to say that the Vastly Overrated Real World has been kicking my ass of late, and I hit what can only be called the Nadir of Suck with the death of my father, back in May.
Yeah, in case you hadn’t heard: my father died last May. I might write of it sometime, but not at the moment. For now, I’m too busy trying to crawl back to some semblance of normalcy and productivity. And let me tell you, my friends, it’s been a lot harder than I dreamed it could be.
I’ve debated whether I even want to continue with the blogging, whether it serves any real purpose. Then again, one could argue that writing fiction serves no real purpose, either, and I still keep doing that (albeit at a pace lately that one could charitably call glacial, if doing so weren’t an insult to glaciers). Still, I thought some sort of update was in order, so here it is.
I won’t promise that I will be resuming regular blogging anytime soon. We’ll just take it slow, and see what develops.
Hope you all are well.
