Wow, according to the date of my last post it has been over seven years since last I graced this blog with my dulcimer words. Quite a lot has occurred in that time, and I'm skeptical if anyone even still reads blogs, including me. I can't remember the last time I sat down and read an actual blog post.
Which is a shame. I fear I've missed a lot of good writing.
But times change, people change, reading habits change — or die altogether — and life moves on.
Sometimes, however, you want a little tickle of the past. Or you want to re-connect with old readers (however many there may still be) and let them know where they can find you these days.
Which is why I'm here.
If I'm honest, I'm not sure how often — if at all — I'll post here (maybe every now and then if I want to feel nostalgic and write something I know no one will see...) but just in case there were a few diehard holdouts who still have the old mallard on their blog roll, I did want to let you know that I have started writing for pleasure (and possibly future very small profit) over at https://chadlove.substack.com/.
I also have an Instagram account at dispatchesfromnowhere that I've had for a while now, and there's some pretty decent stuff on there, if I may brag a little. But I've been missing longer-form writing and so I am slowly trying to transition all my writing to Substack, which is better suited to that sort of wordsmithing.
My account/newsletter is free, so if you'd care to sign up I'd love to have you. Eventually, as I get back into the rhythm of writing for my own dime I may try out the subscription model, but for now I'm simply using it as a platform for my words, much like the steadfast old Mallard of Discontent did so well for so many years.
And if I'm writing to an empty audience and all I hear is the sound of my own voice echoing back to me, well, that's OK, too.
I always did love lonely places...
