reckoning, from a writer

I have spent my life writing. My credibility is continually at risk thanks to my pick-typing, admitted allergy to grammar, and general disrespect for the syntax police. Style matters, but it pales compared to substance.

I'm 50. A milestone. I called this blog the changeling because a changeling is one who replaces the real child--typically they are sinister, but perhaps they might be good, sometimes, yes? Anyway, by 50, the replacements have piled up.

That's it for now.