I must confess to being totally sidetracked lately. This is why I haven't posted anything for the past month. Why be satisfied with mere words when so much magic awaits? As my 1989 song said, "Just open up to who I am/And love is always close at hand." This is a noble sentiment worth devoting one's life to.
Since I'm a writer, it seems logical that I'll start writing again eventually. Maybe tomorrow, for all I know. Or maybe next year. In the meantime, may your lives be a continual blessing, dear readers.