I've checked in from time to time, if for no other reason than to clear things out, view what I can. I almost never comment.
I've been living life for two years now, and as I near the end of my first workless week in over a year, I can't help but miss the artist in me.
I've shifted my focus to music in the way of art, but... fuck I miss this stuff. I worry I may never have the time.
But in that two years I've never totally stopped. i have things I could submit, but doing so is harrowing. I was hardly well-known here, but I was a tad higher in the ranks I guess, in the scheme of things. I don't think it mattered so much how high I was, but it was nice to know people were looking, and I don't know that I have the time to stay on top of this.
I'm going to submit something now. A story. I hope you'll read it. It's very short.