Except, of course, it’s not really self-flagellation. Not really. I mean, look up self-flagellation, the act of, and you’ll see that the real thing still goes on.
Nevertheless. This is my little blurb sent out into the (not really ether anymore and I’m off the word cyber for the time being) world to say I wish I’d written more here over this past year, and by doing so, making myself feel then that I must, absolutely must, write more here. I know. It sounds so mild, big deal. And it is mild. A lament, and a wish.
