Dear friends, lovers, and followers,
I might just revive this blog again. For recently I decided to come out of the closet: I am in fact, an author. A Rilke once said that if you go to sleep thinking about writing and waking up thinking about writing, then you are a writer. And I did. I do. For the last twenty years of my life I have been thinking of every lost word on that way to campus, when I was teaching, or in a meeting, when I was in the shower, and the minutes I woke up at night. I got poems in my head while I was asleep. It’s clear to see, to feel, I am a writer and always has been.
So I quit my job and decided to travel and write. I’m the happiest.