Short Controlled Bursts

I don’t want to explain my sojourn on the Tumblr platform for years and years and years, pretending I was using it for blogging purposes when it was an excuse to view photos from reblogs of the obsessions of strangers. I didn’t even blog all that much there, so I also cannot explain my migration from there to here. I’ll assign a reason anyway. My mid-life crisis didn’t begin with my sports car. It began the moment I abandoned the hope of a dark horse and placed my bet on the odds-on favorite. It’s not something I’m ever proud to do in any capacity. Thank goodness I don’t make it a habit. So here’s to (hopefully) many more years of occasional amateur hour word-stringing from a self-proclaimed aspiring writer who doesn’t write anything in particular. But, if all goes well, you may find some poetry, some flash fiction, and, at best, a short story or two populating my blog in time.

And, for the sake of posterity, my obsessions on Tumblr still exists at https://thelastwordinstolentelling.tumblr.com/.