I've been away as if on a long series of travels broken only by the Covid and its ilk.
I spent a lot of time trapped in the doldrums of my own making. It takes a bit to get through them with only one oar though I have.
And now, the plotting and the scribbling in margins and the drafting and editing and re-editing and fretting as our byline becomes "not quite right for us."
Time to live on the island of composition. I hope your ink is flowing.
Mind the mayhem.
