I’ve spent a great deal of time alone during the last month, recovering from a surgical procedure that really kicked my ass. I was getting extremely antsy last week (reminder of the quarantine), when I dug into my computer archives and retrieved a novel that I wrote a long time ago. At the time, I rewrote it and changed the name so often, I can’t remember when I finished it, but I was curious to see how it sounded this many years later.
In the late 2000s, while I was caretaker for my late wife, I wrote quite a bit for Xanga, then a small blogging site. Some of the short stories I cranked out surprised my conscious self, but I let them stand. The reaction from readers was quite heartening,