Return of the Prodigal Wordsmith

I’m back. It’s been 10 months since my last entry in this blog.

I’m still not ready to write on a regular basis, but sparks of creativity are returning. Sporadically.

It’s not like I quit writing entirely in the last 10 months.

I’ve maintained my other blog – As It Stands – since 2008. It’s an opinion blog commenting on politics. As a wordsmith, I cannot resist wrangling words like wild ponies prancing on the western plains.

This blog is my wild pony. I ride it when I give rein to my imagination. There are no rules. Exploring fantasies and fiction, I find my muse likes irony and mysteries. The wannabe bard in me writes awkward poetry on subjects large and small.

I am a small fish in the world of words where authors rule like ancient kings. A mere peon in the universe of famous writers and lords of literature. I write to honor those wordsmiths who came before me, and who will follow me in history when I’m gone.

I have no expectations of glory. No desire to be famous. No wish to relive my life. I enjoy creating word pictures like a child playing with building blocks. It’s a wonderment that will never go away.

Thanks for stopping by. I’m not sure when I’ll be back. If you have anything you’d like to talk about use the section below to do so. Be safe and don’t underestimate the coronavirus. It’s still here, and it’s still killing people.

Enough said.