Forgive me, Reader. It's been a very long time since I last confessed... I mean, blogged. I've been writing and working and living the day-to-day life that sucks up time with no regard for desire or accomplishment. My best laid plans laugh in my face for months at a time. That's just a fact I have come to accept.
I've made great progress on Romeo's Bella Vista novel, even so. In fact, I'm about ten chapters out from the end. I know. It's been a long time coming. I'll be continuing on with that, nose to the grindstone.
In the interest of laying a proper foundation here, I've posted a collection of personal essays from my old site that didn't automatically migrate when I set up this site. They are special to me because they document the beginning of my obsession with The Bella Vista Motel and are examples of a more personal point of view on writing and life experience. I believe there's more to being a writer than spitting out fiction. There's also being a human with a personal history.
If you read these posts on the old site, or the memoirish sort of thing isn't your cup of tea, never fear. There's new stuff coming. Really. I promise.