to my dear quiet readers,

i apologize for the slowness and infrequency of my posts, and, in addition, for the sad truth that my blog is not what it used to be. admittedly disheartened, i have supposed that this uninspiring turn may be due not entirely to my own lack of riveting content, but perhaps also due to a changing climate of the imaginary "blogosphere." however, of late i have come to conclude that such theories are self-serving, perhaps self-centered, and a deviation from what is essential.

a writer must write, regardless of what others say, and regardless of what others do not say. this is not to say that i consider myself a writer. quite the opposite actually. i'd like to be a storyteller, an entertainer, a poet, a comedian, and at the very least (or most), a writer. but presently, i don't believe i have achieved any of those titles. and the remedy, for at least one of those, sits in front of me as plainly and dauntingly as it always has. a writer must write.

thank you for reading,
owen