Here I am…

…once again, painting fantasies on the wall.

Almost all of my favorites have moved on. I can’t say I blame them. I can’t say I’m all that sad. It’s sort of fitting: being here alone once again like when I first came on the scene a dozen years ago. It’s comforting in a way ::smiles:: almost liberating, being able to write without expectations or investors. It’s funny how something that’s supposed to be just for you so quickly and superficially turns into a means of entertainment for an unexpected audience (no matter how small).