Back from the Dead

Admit it, you thought I was dead. Hoped I was, more likely. But like zombie-Jesus, I shamble forth ready to embrace the huddled masses. And eat their brains in my voodoo communion.

Life now is a lot grunt work and little creativity. Trying to change that, however. Martial arts training takes up much of my free time. Keeps me sane. And I am in the midst of re-reading "The Wheel of Time" series to remember why I became a writer in the first place.

And I have a new friend. Say hello to Odysseus, errant freeway kitty and lost wanderer who has now found his way home: