It’s been a long and sometimes accident laden road, with pileups caused by heavy snow and distracted drivers, but the commute is now clear. The destination; a ghost town of high hopes and low expectations; Central Clear Black Condorado Creek City Springs, the big CCBCCCS. A three mile long trailer park where Patton was spawned in the middle of a hobo, hippie camp under a mountainside cemetery, and even farther under the cabin.
Back to my main point; thank you all for your continued support. You know who you are. You’ve suffered my oxymoronic slothful, inconsistent obsession. But know this, my very soul lies in this novel, and the creation thereof.
I will say it again, writing gives me hope, keeps me sane, and helps me make sense out of the world. Through my writing, I have found my voice, and my ‘self’. I also found a lot of cool translations for Greek words, and enough about tac gear for them to start sending me spam, but I still don’t know how to use a semicolon ;-).
And remember, Patton stalks. I know, corny.