The season has been somewhat of a blur. The end of the year often does, what with all of the hubbub, and whatnot. I have spent some wonderful time with some wonderful people, and hope to continue in this vein to welcome in the New Year.

Nonetheless, the writing has gone to hell, and the accompanying sense of groundedness has been somewhat scant as well.

Writing, for me, requires solitude, which is a commodity hard to find around these parts lately. I know it will come again... these things are tidal, as are all things.

Luckily, I have been able to surf the fluidity, mostly, and do alright in the face of my flight from center.