Me, Initialized

A relief to write with The Exorcist this morning, its glide and scratch across paper a welcome, calming return – Do your work, Emerson tells us, and you shall reinforce yourself – to being a Writer after a day spent in the cesspit of being an Author, a day of identity-reinforcement and clarification resulting in the purchase of three new domains and the addition of my middle initial to clarify – the W. does not stand for Writer, though that would be awesome and even more clarifying, as would be adding F.F.S. to the end of my name as a balm to my post-middle-initial-urge to add Esq. to said coda – that I am indeed the me, myself, and I that has been hurling words, both self- and traditionally-published, to the digital and print ether for the last decade and a half.

Thinking these Informalities might move to a new home, where I can add initials as needed, but I’m not sure yet. For now, I’ll just stay put, F.F.S.