This new website is something I’ve needed for a long time. Why, you ask, when it pains you to know that you won’t be able to visit every website in existence before you die? Well, my old website wasn’t quite doing the trick; even my cat knows that .net is the new .com. (‘.tv’ was the new thing, but now that Tuvalu, the island country whose internet domain is .tv is sinking, we’ve had to look elsewhere.)
Secondly, this isn’t just a domain change but a career change. The “country blues artist” period in my career, when I was content to grab a leopard print v-neck and go hang out by the creek with a tallboy for a few hours, is going the way of Tuvalu. Not it takes more than crap rock and song titles like “Dreamin ‘Bout Her Again,” songs that “[leave] an ailing heart comforted by a warm blanket” for me to be creatively fulfilled.
Writing–like calligraphy, film developing, or pony-training–is a stable, ages-old profession. Why not give this whole writing thing a spin while also trying my hand at displaying my other interests like design, photography, and the occasional hit of gratitude?
