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To publish my books. To put the fine point on it.

Two completed manuscripts, one finished just as the pandemic arrived, the next, a couple plus years on, well after Covid over-stayed its welcome.

Now what?

The traditional route, agents, publishing houses, pitches, pleas, lots of finger-crossing? Or, to self-publish?

I do not know. That’s what this is all about. A certain hit-and-miss thrashing about as I move my online presence from a one-time political blogger of pointed, prickly opinions to a writer of fiction. Is there even a difference between the two, I hear some asking.

There’ll be other stuff here too. Opinion pieces on this and that. Flights of fancy. Exultations and lamentations if there’s anything out there worth getting that impassioned over, and surely we don’t live in those kinds of times.

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