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I came within a few hours of dying last Thanksgiving. It’s taken these last eleven months to get back to writing. The previous project, the Neon Church, was both 1) undiscoverable and 2) a reminder of what was different before the blood clot almost killed me.

1) because there was a Tim McGraw song named the same thing I’d never heard of. Just because you can get the domain doesn’t mean it’s a good idea (I finally learned the lesson my wife has been trying to teach me)

Sometimes words aren’t there.

I reach for them. But it doesn’t matter. You can reach into an empty closet all day. You’ll never lay your hand on what you’re looking for.

It’s not a lot of words, and not frequent. I am not used to that. Read any of my writing and you’ll probably argue I have too many words, instead.