Well, the podcasting business died for a number of reasons, not least of which were motivational and technical. So the hopeless jazz werewolf has been sitting for a number of months, purposeless and patient, waiting for a reason to be. Maybe I've found that reason. Maybe.
I intend to post some of my creative writings, letting them loose on the world to sink or swim as they will. I'm guessing sink. Like a stone. A big one.
Probably a variety of things, starting soon with a children's poem.
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