Recently, my near-perfect son-in-law recovered a world of writing from a crashed computer that I had stored in a closet for years. I was looking specifically for two missing chapters of a novel-in-progress and only asked for that title. He delivered so much more.
Reviewing old essays, stories, poems, rants, and assorted starts that never turned into much of anything – some of which I didn’t remember writing – I was able to see how quickly technology changed and, in some cases, how I have changed. The smart phone alone dated stories that weren’t intentionally period pieces.
Since I have this new website, I am going to clean up, update, and rewrite some of my old work and post it here.