I think the fact that I'm starting a blog means I've given up on writing the great American novel--or even the mediocre one that's been germinating in my rapidly-aging brain for the last ten years.
So here I am. Joining the legion of frustrated writers around the world in sharing thoughts and adventures that might find their way to someone who can benefit from it. Even if it just means someone in Ireland can say, "damn, I found someone more boring than my ex-wife!" I live to serve.
By the way, the photo above my sidebar was taken in Giverny. You can find pictures of Monet's gardens anywhere, but a rusty bike? Only here, baby.
