Readin’, Writin’, No Rithmetic
For a long while, the words that resided here were directed to copywriting and editing clients, work I performed—with no small interest—for many years. The pandemic pulled me back from those tasks, and the post-pandemic (which isn’t actually here, but one can hope), has tilted me further away.
I’ve continued to have pieces of mine published in magazines, newspapers (where they still exist), and online, but I’m shaving the wide number of publication pitches to narrower numbers. Books, my own and those of other authors, have taken over my time and my thoughts.
I’ll still be available for special copywriting or editing work, but as with many folks, for me, it’s a time of transition. Time to get back to writing fiction, and there’s another memoir (about my nutzoid 30+ years of correspondence with the Jack Daniel’s Distillery) to come.
Stories Will Still Be Stitched
Nothing’s really changed: it’s all of a piece with loving language and its offspring: sentences, paragraphs, books. Here’s a toast to curiosity, literature, a good laugh, and better days to come.
Say Hello — I’m around if you want to send a smoke signal.
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