"if this were play'd upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction"

[bellaarmonia]

It has been many-a-years since my hand has last followed my mind's ever-wandering thoughts. I have buried the writer and scholar inside me and condemned myself to the humble life of a penniless barista. But, today marks changes in my life, dear friends, and my return to imagination and intrigue both in fiction and non-fiction. Time to stretch out this poor emaciated muscle that was once a brain and yet again return to the written word that so often was an escape for me.

Hello, lovers...

...I'm back