Sorry about that. I mean, I realize no one has been holding their breath, so the apology is mostly self-talk, or self-writing, as I think I do this blogging activity more as a personal practice and discipline than anything else. I don’t mean to imply that I am not mightily grateful for the readers I have; I am deeply grateful. But I have a feeling (borne out by the evidence, I think) that if anyone misses me, they’ve been just fine in my absence!
It’s not unusual for me to take long breaks after National Poetry Writing Month save for the intermittent entry, but it is unusual for the break to be as extended as this one has been. My last entry was posted on the Fourth of July, oddly enough, just a week and a half before the political world turned somewhat upside down, when Biden dropped out of the race and Harris became the presumptive democratic nominee for President. Given that the impending presidential election was the subject matter of that last entry, you can bet that I am in a better, more hopeful place now. But there’s still lots of handwringing. How can this race be close? I am perpetually mystified by this. All I can do is simply hope that the polls are all woefully inaccurate in my favor, that is, in Harris’s favor. I am terrified of another Trump administration.
As for the blogging practice. I’m back on the case. As I gear up for my third year in a row of National Novel Writing Month participation, I am working on an essay about the creative dilemma I have been facing on and off over the last several years. Despite the fact that in the last two years I have written more fiction than I have written over the previous ten, I am facing a bit of an existential fiction writing crisis. It looks like a description of that crisis is shaping up to be my first formal return to the blogosphere after this here clearing of the throat. Ahem. To be continued.
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