Making good on a promise

Starting January 1 2025.

In comfortable times when life is good and politics is strange but nothing to worry about, it’s nice to say, “Yeh hey sure whatever, let’s just eat.”

Then there’s times like these.

So for 2025 I’m doing “The Year of Publishing Dangerously.” No wordy introductions or explanations. Just labels. Here’s a partial list:

Weird Short Prose Pieces;
Poems;
Novels-in-Pieces;
Odd Dreams I Had or Think I Had;
Memoir-type things like, “The Hippie House on Rainbow Drive,” and “Why My Mother Moved Into a Tent”;
”Stuff That’s Almost Journalism”.

AND MANY MORE!

The main thing—my friend says, “The main thing is to keep the main thing the main thing”—the main thing is to publish recklessly, with abandon. Some stuff will click, some will fall flat but at least all this stuff I’ve written over the past twenty years will be out in the world.

Where you could find it and read it if you wanted.

That’s all folks! Thanks for hanging with me! The pieces start coming January 1.
—CT