Running After My Hat, like certain real-world counterparts, has always had a back room or two whose proprietor secretly hopes no one will stumble into, because they’re filled with old junk, and sometimes even with new junk. Broken knick-knacks and furniture. Tumbled piles of books. Telephone handsets which lack base stations and/or wires. Family photos, fifty-year-old report cards, greeting cards from people who no longer share the faintest remembered connection with you, paintbrushes stiff with dried varnish, board games which have lost their dice or their, um, actual boards.
One such back room has always been the “About” page.
I’ve spent some time sprucing that up. It looks much the same, but the verbiage has been cleaned up. And it’s a little less preciously self-conscious, if you know what I mean. If you’ve been visiting here for a while, I doubt that you’ll find anything new, except new expressions of what you already knew. But for anyone who’s a stranger, or imagines him/herself to be, I’ve added four new and (I hope) not-too-preciously-self-conscious pages about me.
(Aside to those of you who do visit regularly, and expect to continue: this will save you from many tedious first-person-POV posts in the future.)
The new pages are:
- Where I Came From (and When)
- What I Do for a Living
- What I Write (and Have Written)
- Where I Live (and With Whom)
We now resume our regular broadcast schedule, such as it is. Until the next interruption.
Which may, or may not, have something to do with how the joint looks. (I’m still terrified to touch it.)