I will speak plainly and to the point. I have grown uncomfortable with my own writing. Frankly I have come to dislike it, thematically and especially structurally, and to dislike even more the whole idea of a creative writing blog. The blog should be a kind of display case -- "Look, here are the things I've made! Come and buy." Any cabinet-maker or sculptor or butcher, such that those breeds have not been driven into extinction, does the same thing. What I need right now is a workshop, not a display case.
(What a horribly maligned word, workshop. The schools have ruined it with their "writer's workshops." Maybe I should say I need a garage like an auto mechanic's; its apter, anyway.)
I have made some errors on this blog, not dreadful but serious and in need of serious attention. You will permit me to say that I would prefer to work on these errors by myself. One of my errors has been my compromising my need for privacy to write. There have been many others, and you probably know them almost as well as I do.
I need to separate myself from this blog. I considered deleting it, but I trust that my work will remain safer on blogspot than on my hard drive, so I'll let it be. I am going to the Pyrenees in a few weeks and won't be back to the States until spring or summer. Check in occasionally, but be aware that there won't be much to report that I foresee.
The old principles do not change.
Ride, string a bow, and tell the truth.