I’d like to begin by expressing my sincere apologies for my extended absence as of late. This truancy on my part was neither warranted nor planned and for that I am profoundly regretful. As is often the case, the trappings of a normal life have required my undivided attention and as all things must be prioritized, my online presence has taken the proverbial back seat. But as the Lois McKendrick must drag itself from the gravity well, so must I. I hope to begin posting with some regularity in the future and look forward to interacting with you all.
Along with my online presence, my writing has sufferred as wll. This I also hope to remedy as I am still in the editing phase with Subversion, Sacrifice, and Salvation (S3). Work on Insurance to Die For is coming along, albeit slowly. I still have yet to formulate a novel for NaNoWriMo this fall. Much needs to be done if I am to truly get ‘back on track’.
As for podcasting and podcast novelling, I still plan to continue releasing TidBits as well as work on Podcasting an existing work, most likley from the Gutenberg Press. As stated previously, this is to build my reading and podcasting chops in preparation for the recording and release of my own fiction. The question of whether or not to produce a full cast audio presentation remains unanswered.
I haven’t yet recorded this for inclusion in the podcast. I might publish it as a secondary TidBit.
I am going to close this update with one of my very favorite poems, The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost. For me, the telling phrase is not the last line, which is repeated universally, but an earlier sentiment. “Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.” Such it is our own lives, the forks we choose to take build the pathways of our life, and the journey continues.
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
and sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
and looked down one as far as I could
to where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair,
and having perhaps the better claim
because it was grassy and wanted wear;
though as for that, the passing there
had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
in leaves no feet had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I –
I took the one less travelled by,
and that has made all the difference.