The accompanying image has little to do with this post—I simply like it. I took the photo after a tropical storm passed. It was on the beach in Wells, Maine, and the skies were straight out of a Winslow Homer painting. That ragged-edged window of blue did feel promising, though.
Anyway, my parents' deaths left me drained, depressed, and directionless. It’s been hard to do literally anything, much less the thing I’ve been doing for a living since 2005.
That said, this particular newsletter/site/whatever these spaces are to you has continued to gather free and paid subscribers. So—beginning tomorrow (Monday, Oct. 16), I’ll get to work on making all this my job for now. For me, there’s probably never been a better time to commit more energy to projects like these. Especially since, in the case of True Crime Report, there are folks good enough to subscribe even when they see I haven’t updated in a while.
Stay tuned, and thank you for your patience up to this point.