Back in the High Life Again

Close up of an orange tabby cat chewing at the foam cover on a microphone hanging off a boom.

I’ll be back in the high life again
All the doors I closed one time will open up again

–Steve Winwood, “Back in the High Life Again”

In the past couple of months, I took my first intentional post-pandemic steps back into the spec-fic writing world. I’ve dipped my toe in the waters for a couple of years now, what with the occasional local event or online con like Flights of Foundry and a bit of Wiscon online.

Last month, I was graciously invited to take part in a local reading series, and managed to find things that I was actually not embarrassed to read out loud. Hell, at the beginning of the month, I even submitted a short story for the first time in god-knows-how-long. (I don’t know because I’ve purposely avoided that particular page of my Submission Grinder account.)

Yes, I’m officially back on my bullshit! Now, I just need to find a way to make it sustainable.