Spring is Springing! Blogs are Blogging!

Oh, blogs. I hardly know ye. Not for some time, anyway. As they say, it's been a minute.

Here's the thing. I can't not write—good words, when strewn together in a mainly cohesive fashion, can be like a splendid magic trick, but with fewer drugged rabbits and more egregious typos. I'm not here to tell you I write "good" words all the time. Hardly. It appears that my life's mission is to continue writing them, regardless of their meaning or significance. Can't slow the train anymore than I can ride it.

Chugga chugga.

While updating this bloggy more than twice a year would make me happier than fragments of consciousness drifting through the collective psyche, I'm not going to hold my creativity to the fire here. Behind these few-and-far-between scenes, I am hard at work doing what I love best—writing books. Try one, if you might. Try one, you might like?

Sidenote: My youngest can read Green Eggs and Ham flawlessly.

Ho hum verily along!

But hey!

Yeah?

Today is the first day of spring. Here, the weather is warming... and colding... and warming and colding and just when you think you've got the right idea about what to wear, the sky gods open up and screw you with some ice rain. Honestly, I'm just glad frogs aren't pouring out from the clouds. YET, RIBBIT.

OK, that's enough for now. The blog works. It is a raging success! I'm going to try next to figure how to post this on Substack. Professionals need not apply to bryoncahill.com. We are currently at staff capacity. Thank you for your interest. Plezzse, <-- egregious typoo! take a candy on the way out.

Hey. Before you go. I am working on a new web site. t's not live yet! But maybe it is. How about .... now?

Still no.

UPDATE — Holy crap. I just soft launched the site! Yah! I gotta find a dragon butt to celebrate.

Watch where you're pointing that thing, dude!

Fiction is stranger than truth.

BC