Moving
I'm moving. I don't know when or where but I'm getting out of Georgetown, out of Texas. It's time for a change. Visiting Montana made me realize that I need to/have to get out. And it's not going to be one of those "throw the dart at a map" things. It's going to be well planned. All of the sudden I can write again. I don't know how, but I can. Keep your fingers crossed for me.