Since 2006, I’ve probably had four big blog crashes, half of them my fault, the other half lost to technology snafus.
I try to be philosophical about them, as in nothing ever being permanent, and those words being lost to a dimension in search of the family-centered rambles of an unemployed writer. Something like that. Anyway, free fringes, in the midst of one of those blog crashes, has been redirected to purple patch, and I’m making myself at home here.
About that unemployed writer thing: these days, I no longer consider myself to be unemployed. I’m more like on hiatus from the workforce. On some sort of unpaid vacation from projects I never really enjoyed in the first place. My current plans involve finding paid projects that I actually want to work on and winning the lottery. I fully understand my plans are neither unique nor all that probable. But they are possible and that’s all I need.