It’s been a bit of a minute since I last wrote a post on here. Oh well, pandemic and all that. Except that the ‘vid is the least interesting challenge 2020 has brought for me so far.

A summary: I learned that I am discreetly autistic, which is great because it means I can forgive myself and others for how hard communication has been/is; I uncovered my repressed childhood trauma sparking an avalanche of mind/body/spirit healing while also unraveling the knots that I had been twisting myself into in order to maintain a self that was slowly drowning in an endless sea of pain; I stopped ignoring my wife when she would tell me that she could never be who I needed her to be. It’s too bad we made humans, but they are pretty cool humans so that’s good.

Basically the person I am today is a completely different person than I was before. Not that I have been blind to the things happening in the world. I have a lot of opinions about a lot of different things. I had considered sharing those opinions here, obviously I have decided not to get into it. Not because I fear any sort of backlash for my thoughts (I wear a mask just because and I hated cops before it was cool, if it matters). I decided not to use this platform for that discussion because that is not what this blog is about.

When I started Fly On The Leaf my goal was to combine my passion for fiction with my love of hockey. A lot has changed. One thing that for sure has not is that I still love fiction. I’m not sure if I still love hockey, or if I ever did. I started watching hockey because people I wanted to like hanging out with me liked hockey. Since there hasn’t been any hockey since my existential crisis began I haven’t spent any time exploring the question.

Hockey isn’t back yet and it may not come back for a while. I’m not sure I care, but I am certain I care about the Toronto Maple Leafs. I love that stupid jersey and everyone who is trying to get Stanley to come home. I don’t care what country they are from or how much they are getting paid or how many times I’ve watched them send a puck right up the middle of the ice on to an opponent’s stick for a clean break away, if you’re on “my” team then I am on your team.

So I’ve decided to start writing fiction again. I’ve got an idea for a new direction that I think will be lots of fun to explore. It may not be world shattering rhetoric, but I write I love to and I am learning it to hold myself back from things I love. So watch this space because there is a lot more to come. Enjoy

#iBLeaf