Did you notice I left?
Excuse the unannounced hiatus. Some shit went down in the year or so since I’ve been gone.
There have been trains. There has been sluttiness. There have been days of being unable to lift my head off of the couch. There was a panic attack at work. There was a wedding I officiated. There was NaNoWriMo! Now there’s a (really really rough) draft of Train Slut: A Memoir! There was a trip to visit Arthur in our nation’s capital. There were several piano lessons. A new baby in the family. A new boy. A breakup which turned new boy into an old boy. A newer boy. A prescription for anti-anxiety meds. A trip to Europe. A reunion with newer boy. A subsequent and excruciating realization that newer boy was ghosting me. (And an even excruciating-er realization that I didn’t know how to spell excruciating until just now.) A few late-night messages (that should not have been) sent with gin’s everlasting encouragement. A job search.
An understanding that continuing to write this thing is less painful than ignoring it.
And here we are.
So I’m back. It’s the start of a fresh dry spell, so you can expect to hear from me more than once in the next 12 months. That’s the only upside to me not boning: I get productive and other people get entertained by my misfortune.
I don’t know what else to promise you. I shouldn’t promise anything. There’s another trip to visit Arthur on the horizon. He’s one of my biggest fans and champions. If anyone can forcibly remove my head from my rectum and get me to work, it’s him. So prepare yourselves for pictures of crab cakes and tales of shenanigans. There shall be many.
It’s nice to be back here. Thanks for making it this far.