Where have I been? All over.

I've rappelled into caves of dark and murky murderous tales, scaled the rough and cutting edges of criticism and creative construct, and pined the passing of time in pastoral poetry. This I have done from the birds-eye view of my office while reading, writing, and revising. It has been and is still a journey which I hope never ends. I am motivated by my love of the writing road and its call.

This journal is an artifact of a sort sent back from points of discovery.