Wow, I did it again, disappeared from here. So sorry about that. Sometimes, I just get too waylaid by life as we know it. I've been working on a novel, though, so that's a good thing.
Here's a writing exercise dedicated to my disappearance. Think about somewhere you used to go all the time, whether it's your old school or a neighborhood you used to live in or a town you came from, maybe even an apartment or house you used to live in. Fictionalize you as a character and write a story about what it would be like to return there now. Who is still there; would you be recognized, or would you be a stranger? I recently walked through a neighborhood I used to live in, it used to be home to me. I don't know what's more striking: the things that have changed or the things that haven't. The dentist's office on the corner, who catered to welfare recipients, is now a very chic trendy bar, but the nasty little dirty pizza place across the street is still there.
