A September Swan Song . . . Not

While there are times I want to walk away from this blog—simply not having the time or energy to post one more <bleeping> thing—I still can’t quite bring myself to sing that final swan song.

I know, in time, I’ll be able to approach this with fresh information/ideas.  The posts will flow freely once again.  It’s just a question of time and timing.

Rey, JJ, and Linda have been an enormous help over the last while, posting on my behalf with items of interest [primarily] to them.  But without them, I’d have doffed my top hat and bowed out long ago.

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Writing is a labor of love, that’s for sure—has been for years.  The ability to write tales, weave plots, bring characters to life, like the three private eyes from the Triple Threat Investigation Agency, is sheer joy.  Of course, it doesn’t always come easily.  In fact, at times, it’s as if I have to bang my head into a wall to make something happen . . . other than the promised headache.

Editing is something else that also brings immense pleasure.  I’m not a great editor, but I’m a pretty darn good one.  I love being able to help others, to bring some life to their stories however and wherever I can.  A thank-you is never expected (and, frequently, doesn’t come), but assisting someone in bettering themselves is gratifying.  That not everyone wants the advice—the “tips”—is fine.

The point of this post?  Nothing of major note, to be honest . . . except to say thank you for following me (and the trio from the agency) . . . to let me help where/ when I can . . . to read these posts and “like” them.  I’d like to think that over the years, I’ve triggered the odd smiles or chuckles, or provoked notions or impressions.

There’ll likely be a swan song, one day—just not today.