Just read some old posts – pretty weird and cool. That was me before COVID. Let’s be real – that’s not me after.
I’m still struggling with aftermath of what happened in the first outbreak here in NYC, and my participation in the tragedy of the whole thing.
“This will be the defining moment of your career,” is how I remember an ER doc with a specialty in infectious disease describe it to me.
Anyway, I wonder if I just hit a wall with this blog, or is there still some life left?
I mean, I’m immersed in writing fiction – but less so for this. And yet, I think the personal rewards are pretty significant.
It is what got me writing fiction.
Let’s see if I can resurrect this fucking thing.
Or let it Rest In Peace.