Well hello, there.
Chances are, you’re new here. If you’re not, you’re probably wondering what happened to the content that used to be here. The truth is—this blog, my blog– had no idea what it was (or even wanted to be) for a lot of years. At times it was a weight-loss journal, at others a theater blog. Occasionally, in the before times, which I will now refer to as BWEAF (Before We Elected A Fool) it was a vehicle for political rants and a catch-all for my feelings and the musings my brain could no longer keep locked up. It garnered a modest following, a handful of subscribers who either found my voice amusing or related to my journey on some level. About a year ago, I stopped updating it, favoring a certain book of visages as my preferred platform for my thoughts. Alas. The time for that being my outlet has now run its course. So, here I am, and here I’ll stay.
When I began Life of Riley back in 2017, it was with the intention of making writing more of a routine activity in my life. Eight years later, writing is a thing I do each and every day, although not in the blogging format! These days, I have more plays, stories, and poems than I know what to do with roaming around the peaks and valleys of my mind. Yet, that hasn’t seemed to quell the very Victorian parts of my brain that remind me incessantly of my need, nay, desire to journal. Which brings me to the crux of this conundrum, dear readers.
This place shall henceforth be, with neither fanfare nor frills, my very own little diary, where I shall pen my feelings and truths, trials, and triumphs, and all the things in between.
It shall be for myself (and perhaps a little for you, since there’s no lock and key on this space, but mostly for me.)
Also, there’ll be cussin.’ Because I deem it so.
But there will also be love.
Life of Riley 