When I was younger and lacked - tact - I'd argue with my professors and my bosses. My Father wanted me to succeed and he'd chastise me and he'd say, "if you want to succeed, you have to follow the format of the class." Well. I didn't. But, I still say that phrase, "follow the format." Of course, I see now he was right. I didn't succeed.
It's very important to me that my words won't be abandoned and forgotten should my heart prematurely beat me to death. Congestive heart failure is a ball buster. I can't see my books selling. I can't see my play advancing. And my career is dashed. Oh I think my words have merit and I have confidence that they'll stand the test of time. But I'm at the wrong time. I am a heterosexual white middle aged man. I'm not resentful; I'm realistic. And it's okay. Let others have their turns.
But I want my words in our air. So. I've restored my blog to its origins. Everything is available and in sequence.
So now you know what I'll be doing. Reformatting. Who would believe this cradle to the casket Roman Catholic would ever participate in a reformation!
I intend to write. I have a lot to say. But I like a tidy desk.