I realize it’s been pretty quiet around here lately — I’ve been working on the latest issue of Mythprint, the final progress report for Mythcon, the program book for Mythcon, etc., not to mention thinking about a certain someone’s birthday. But in all that chaos, it slipped my mind that as of May 24, I have been writing Lingwë – Musings of a Fish for three years!
I don’t have the time today to say anything more substantial than that (hence the humble title of this post, with apologies to T.S. Eliot). Contrary to the implications of “The Hollow Men”, Lingwë isn’t going anywhere — though it may take a little time to bring it back to the customary verbosity of its heyday. You know it’ll be a lot of work organizing a literary conference when you agree to do it, but you don’t realize quite how much work until you start falling behind! :)