This is my attempt to get started on this whole thing. I don't know if I'll be able to maintain it, but you never know unless you start. I've been writing book reviews mostly. That's about it, actually. That doesn't do much to help one refine one's craft, though. People are expecting me to write more books, not just ride the crest of a wave generated by a mostly unheard of novella. I don't know.

Perhaps I'll try some poetry? There's been one rattling around in my head for days. I fear I'll never get it out.

i still use my grandfather's grocery store discount cards
because i like it when the cashier at safeway says, "Have a good day, Mr. Panik."
because, deep down, I am Mr. Panik
And every time he says that, it's like that part of my grandpa that
is me is walking
with
me
grandpa's cards make me feel less alone
in a world that's only gotten bigger
since the biggest man i ever knew
left it behind.

Incredibly rough. The majority of that has to be cut. But it's something and I feel better. I didn't expect that last bit. That just kind of leapt right out of my chest on its own. I like it when that happens.I hope I get to keep that part.