It’s been a
little while. My writing chops feel rusty. I can practically hear the words halt and screech as they try
to make their slow way from my brain to my fingertips.
There are some
small (and some not-so-small) things to catch you up on. For one thing, I
toured the great American Southwest recently. There is no better place, really,
to let your words completely leave you. So that’s what I did: feet up on the
dash, dusty shoes, bad gas station coffee, amazingly good, frequently hilarious,
company by my side. We used images instead of language to document the trip;
and that, I think, was a very good call.
