Update of sorts.

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I thought of closing this blog. Of giving myself a fresh start. The past is as in flux as tomorrow will be. We can not cling to a hope beyond that of "God willing." But, ultimately, I decided to wait to see how next year makes me feel.

I have wanted to move forward from depressive rambling. Or, the digression into post-psychotic trauma porn. I think art can be healing, but you have to be willing to be healed. You have to let the past have it's own life and yet not let it drag you down with the ship of expectations.

I am writing and reading almost every day ( at one point, I was reading two hundred pages a day.) Closing the door of distraction and hoping I can move beyond saying I am the worst writer that has ever lived. So I can make myself take responsibility for my words, I type out for the hope of personal progress.

I always wanted to be a renaissance man. To prove wrong the notion that sniveling has a place in discourse. to remove them like weeds surrounding any of the topics adjacent to value. All the while, out of the side of the mouth was a double-speak of excuses. Our best may not be enough, but it is all we can offer... at least we should offer it with confidence that we're trying.

If I publish fiction on here again. I do not think it will be serialized, but instead published when the whole of the text is complete. Hope to share more soon. And if the mood hits, I may post some more personal, casual writing as well.

Peace and love.

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