Four years and five months is quite a long time to pursue any venture, and, like many, it's time for this venture to close out. Four years and six months ago my father died. While on an Indiana-bound plane, the whim of writing popped into my head, thinking about how Dad had made life work out for him. He grew up loving boating and by his last day he had travelled the world by water, even racing speedboats competitively at one point. I wanted to do more with what I love, and I love stories.
My stories are the little ones. Something I saw out on the street or heard from friends or noticed as ignored in the larger media was what I tried to throw down in the entries here. Long posts, short posts, picture posts, poems, videos, songs. The resulting melange has been any number of things at different times, but it's always just been a reflection of me.
While this venture ends,others are starting. There's the screenplay project that has been stalled in my brain for two months. There are pitches started that remain unfinished or unsent to some surprising places. There's a "big secret super-gay project" for which work has already begun and for which I'm incredibly excited. And there's life. And work. And my family and friends, who, sweetbabyjesus, just have no idea how much I marvel in them.
As ever, I'm humbled and thankful that you visited. This is the way the blog ends, and I continue.
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