OK, that’s a kick in the pants. Let’s see if it makes everyone pissed off about Mike Capps and Tim Langdell finally calm the hell down for a little bit.
I have not, as some people might well think, been slacking off.
It’s not just the clutch of internal excuses and traps that Jay Smooth calls the little hater. It’s not just that I have very little say to my dwindling local audience that I’ve largely turned my back on, most of whom are still friends of mine and who I can pester through other Internet media all I want.
Those are the obvious reasons. There are others not everyone knows about. Here’s one. Not promising I’ll make it to part 2.
I ran into Gordon Walton recently. You might have heard of him, he’s kind of a big-deal guy around town, especially in my circles.
We asked each other how things were going. We’re both busy, though him arguably far more than me. Not much to complain about.
He asked if I was still writing.
I said, not really.
He said, “At least I know I’m not missing anything.”