My alter, alter ego has something to say…
I feel rotten.
I’ve abandoned you all.
I haven’t signed into this wordpress account for a very long time and now that I have, I see you. You’re all still here. Not only that, a few new faces to boot. Um, that came out wrong.
Clearly, I am unworthy.
Obviously, you deserve more.
Alas, it only makes sense that I extend a V.I.P invite to the site I created first. Initially, I began Hazy Shades of Me in the spirit that it would be my everything. A catchall. Its name, an explanation. And hazy it was. A murky cocktail of fiction and non; essays, short stories, poems, snippets and life.
Slightly too hazy, I worried.
Thus, I reasoned, The Wrought Writer would be a place to unhaze.
It would be a home for my fiction. A separate place to house and hone my short stories. But you know…
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