That Creaking Noise You Hear...

is me opening the door and stepping back into this empty space.

There is no excuse for my not having blogged lately, but there is a reason: I'm working on a semester-long project for my MFA project. This requirement is, clearly, one of the things that separates the Masters of Fine Arts from the writing workshop. Well, this and the tuition.

Tonight, however, I was with my MFA friends, my fellow writers, and one of them—James M. Chesbro—suggested that I might be well-served by...blogging. Having read one of his posts that left me with goosebumps, I thought, "Well, right."

I'm going to suggest that you run right over and read Jamie's piece. I can call him Jamie because we're friends and fellow writers, something I'm proud to claim. Read it and you'll see why. Here's the link: http://jamesmchesbro.blogspot.com/2010/02/stranger-at-gas-station.html

Duly inspired, I'll be stopping in more often. Hope you'll still be here.