Oh, hello. Still alive. Still kicking. It's been a crazy few years where I've torn down my life and built it up again. The southeaster is blowing. Let me tell you how much I hate the southeaster.
Here you pretty much see why I hate the southeaster. You can't go outside. Long hair is a bitch. Sand in everything. Hey, it keeps the tourists (mostly) away.
36 years I've been living in the far south peninsula and I'm still not used to this shit. On the bright side I don't live in Noordhoek or Hout Bay anymore, and where I'm currently at is a little more sheltered than it used to be.
What else can I say to catch up the past three or so years?
Ah, music. Yes. Music, playing guitar again. Singing.
Writing, not for the sake of selling books, but for the sheer pleasure of putting words down and creating stories, because, frankly, there is no accounting for people's tastes. I'm just one voice in millions who consider themselves to be in possession of earth-shattering talent. Who'm I kidding? Who's going to hear me over the roar of the wind?