Well, one must begin. I have started this journey late, because to have started early would have been vastly too easy. So COVID hit and I started playing with fire.
Stacey says I am obsessed with wood. What can I say? All I did was chop and burn, from pallets to the neighbor's old ash trees to some more 'creative acquisitions'. I consoled myself with heat from the conflagration of cellulose fibers and drank whiskey. That was the spring of 2021.
And yes, I broke down into a world of personal creativity and started to write. Again. This time with more spirit than I had mustered in a long time. I dared to dream up fantasy worlds. I wanted intimacy with characters if I couldn't have such with friends.
Ontario was a hard hit place, and the rules were and are extremely inconsistent at times. We did the best we could to stay engaged with the world, with people.
I wrote a novel. Made very good progress on a second. Wrote many short stories. The work continues. You will see some here in good time, along with some cool art I am going to acquire, get on loan and generate as a collaboration with others.
Wait and see, gentle readers. It will come.
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