(Edit: I’m piecing together a launch post for the Spill v.3, which isn’t a spill at all but a thing with more polish, at SubStack.)

October in the railroad earth, a little more than five years back, I got methodically serious about writing. Inspired in large part by attending the second Southwest Festival of the Written Word, I decided that I would both scribble and publish something/anything every single day. I set up a WordPress and was true to the Daily Spill mission for a good two years, at which time the apple-cart of my livelihood was upset, and ‘Daily’ became a goal, met often but not always.

Early 2019, I mothballed version one and reopened with fresh intensity at a new dedicated domain … v.2 is running up on 600 posts now.

In May of the unholy year of our lord 2020, Institutional Employment as a member of the professoriate again evaporated away from me. This time I did see it coming, was better prepared, and actively welcomed the departure, especially given the pandemic. It meant a summer off with no normal finite end to it in the Fall.

I scunnered to the Desierto Pintado outback, into the only place I’ve ever held a mortgage on; scraps of stingy stimulus keeping it current with enough left for pots of chili verde.

“Sign up now so you don’t miss the first issue”.

“Tell your friends!”