RangeWriterEsq

Mostly stuff I wrote in 2021–22, during a creative streak. A wonderful release from life’s stressors.

But my muse? The Nicks to my Buckingham? The McCartney to my Lennon? Took off for parts unknown. Middle of the night; no forwarding address.

Three years pass, and my muse — all prodigal-son-like — shows up on my doorstep with a, “S’up, Dude? Miss me?”

Sure did.

Ever since, we’ve been chilling and bouncing ideas around — me and my wanderlusting, mercurial muse 😎

Hope you enjoy 😉🎸🎤🎶