Since I haven’t been writing much lately, I’ll refresh your memory about who I am with my daughter’s pictures of a rutabaga and some pot roast:
So, the main reason I haven’t been writing much at all lately — not here, not anywhere — is that I got a couple of piecework jobs doing Web sites for friends of friends. It really doesn’t pay much, especially compared with my wife’s grownup salary, but somehow it makes me feel a little better to know I’m at least bringing home a little bacon.
Making money and paying bills — that’s all good, but man am I ever feeling antsy to get back to writing. Writing is a little like yoga — well, OK, I’ve never done yoga, so let’s just say that writing is like I’ve heard yoga ought to be: stretchy and painful, but ultimately satisfying.
Just like pot roast.
See you on the other side, y’all.