I'm sure there are a zillion ways to say, "What happened to the last two-four-eight years?" But while time was flying by and I was pushing the litany of physics and chemisty, a sheaf of new poems were written and a short story was published in VOICES, the winter 2011 issue. These are my milestones, of a sort.
On the other hand, I am about to see the daughter of my heart embrace her new life as a wife and independent consultant in New Orleans. She and Greg are both so independent, that my own solitary life seems lackluster in comparison.
It's been a busy last year or three, and I hope to be more focused in 2012. Writing is such joy, such challenge, and I refuse to lose as much time during the next eight years.