OK, some thoughts on a Sunday morning in Spring: here goes. I’m returning this site to public viewing. Mostly as another place for people to find my novels, books, and paintings, or to give updates. I took all my previous posts and pushed them to drafts, for now — save my two most viral (found below): The Suicide of Venezuela and There Once Was a Dream That Was Rome: because Venezuela’s suicide continues in its 3rd iteration and our dream of Rome goes on. Some day I may republish my other stuff, or not: I wanted something fresh. I don’t plan to write much; I don’t really have a lot else to say. If my words were going to change the world, after 15+ years of writing, they would have.

I did finish my memoirs. They aren’t published yet, but they will be eventually (I’ve started looking for a publisher, if you have any ideas or are interested message me). I’ve titled them “Uneven Roads”. They are my stories about epic battles against foes in the dark places mired in misery, hic sunt dracones. About my motivations. About what it was like to work at the height of the American world order, and why it failed.

I am still painting a lot, the colors bring me great joy. You can see them on the paintings page. You can buy them on the artpal link — if you want one but can’t afford it message me and we’ll work something out. Same with books. Those, I think, are my lasting works. When everything returns to dust and people have forgotten my name, somebody will stumble across a colorful old painting at a swap meet or a novel about West Africa or Armenia in an old used bookstore, thick with dust, and will think to themselves, “I wonder who did this?” And that will have to be enough.