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Coming back to this blog is, dare I write it?: Like coming home.

I've been off on various adventures since I last posted. I've met a lot of people -- and let them all drift back into that nothingness from which they emerged. A few I've tried to contact again, but not many. They don't belong to my world of writing. They belong to that other world. The outer world where people don't live inside their head. (Yes, that's a joke. It's okay to laugh.)

So I never did finish that novel I was working on before life interrupted me with its rude surprises.

I don't know if I'll go back to it. The subject is still relevant, but will people want to read it?

Who knows?

I guess I can finish it for the practice. I mean, I could write short stories to get back into shape, but who buys short stories anymore besides 17 and Atlantic Monthly? And how many subs do they get every day? About a thousand each?

That's a hell of a slush pile.

Where's Judson Jerome when you need the guy? (Miss you much, pal.)

So, here I am. I guess I'll put my nose to the old grindstone and get to that 100k word count and just get this one behind me so I can start the next one.

It's good to be back. Like a good little hobbit, I hope there are no adventures or surprises in store for me for the next couple of years.

All I want to do is stay inside this comfortable little hobbit hole -- and write, read, revise, write....

[By the way, I just opened a twitter account: http://www.twitter.com/mike_duron ]