I'll let you in on a secret — something I didn't realize myself until a friend told me. It has a lot to do with why I put Fruit Slinger on hiatus when I did. And why I've been reluctant to continue blogging.
The reason Fruit Slinger worked — to the extent that it did work — was that Fruit Slinger had a natural beginning, middle and end, one that was instantly identifiable. Humans are designed to mark the passing of the seasons. As Fruit Slinger ambled along, a mostly unspoken narrative arc was unfolding.
These days, I don't have nearly as much going on. There is no narrative arc to me sitting around in my underwear.
Fruit Slinger was one thing. Lots of pretty pictures and funny stories and different characters.
This is not that blog.