spaceponies

I used to write a lot of fic­tion. Unpaid–but I approached it with every­thing that I had. At the time I returned to being a full-time soft­ware engi­neer, I was a decent writer. Some years have passed since then.

In get­ting ready to launch this blog, I fin­ished the design long before I had any­thing writ­ten and done. Even­tu­ally I had to, you know, write some­thing, since blogs often have some­thing to do with writ­ing. It turns out that I've been a hard­core soft­ware gear­head and sleep-deprived new par­ent long enough that the writ­ing parts of my brain have gone into deep hiber­na­tion. Which is a nice way to say that I can't write for crap anymore.

My friend Dave reminded me that my writ­ing will be less tight at first, but also that I haven't really for­got­ten any­thing. It's just swapped out. I'll get back up to speed.

In the mean­time, apolo­gies for indef­i­nite mod­i­fiers and the clumsy overuse of fragments.