The Word of Godbey

 I'm not normally one to use my limited daily writing time to update my blog instead of actually working on my books—particularly when On Days It Rains is so close to completion. And yet here I am at six in the morning, blogging. Apparently, something has been bothering me. I've spent the better part of the last year finding my way back into the writing world after a long absence. And while I've met some wonderful people along the way, I've also noticed something that has left me increasingly frustrated. I came back to writing because I wanted to tell stories. And talk about stories. In fact, two new writing acquaintances have even taught me that I enjoy a little poetry every now and then. But instead, I've discovered that apparently there are two other careers available to writers: Professional AI outrage. And full-time political commentator. I'm exaggerating, of course. Mostly. I have opinions about both subjects. Probably more opinions than I need. They are ...

 If you've been one of the one—or perhaps two—readers of my blog since my publishing journey began, you may have noticed that it has once again been quite some time since my last post. And once again, I apologize. I'll try not to make long periods of blog silence a habit. No promises, mind you. Just an attempt. Between everyday life, the day job, finishing up the manuscript for the next When the Hills Were Ours installment ( On Days It Rains , which I think readers are going to love), and continuing to try to put Beyond That Starry Sky in front of the people who might actually want to read it, well... let's just say there isn't a tremendous amount of time left on the table for regular blog entries. But I'm still here. And I'm still willing to share my often mundane, occasionally random, and sometimes mildly interesting thoughts with all of you. All one or two of you. And that brings me to the first thing you may notice about this particular post: The blog actu...