On paper, this is my 20th blogiversary. Lame, since most of that time I haven’t been blogging, certainly not reliably or consistently. I miss it. Ironically, getting married to another blogger I met through blogging was most of what killed it. Reality intruded in other ways.

The writing itch remains. Blogging is the easiest outlet for it. Fiction is hard. Long form is hard. Given how many ideas are there, it’s not too late. If blogging happens, it needs to be as if I disappeared and started from scratch. Or as part of an author site if I get real with writing books.