Four months MIA. Four months sans writing or communication with the outside world but, hey, life hurls curveballs. The decision on the plate before you? Let them strike you out or keep swinging. Since autumn, I have silently kept swinging.

But I am still breathing. And I remain upright. And I am resolved to return to writing. Has anyone seen my writing brain?

Today, it’s baby steps forward as I shuffle around, seeking coherent thoughts, inspiration and the energy to put pen to paper.

I’ve missed you, big world out there. I hope you are well. I see you are still turning. Spring is edging towards us. There is a glimmer of hope on the horizon.

Hello!