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I'm Back In the Saddle Again

11.1.20

t’s been a while. I used to write a blog, under the pseudonym I was using at the time, Haydn Grey. Then, six years ago this month, I quit. I wanted to focus on writing the stories that were swirling around in my head, and a weekly blog felt like too much to keep track of. I would still write the occasional lengthy post on Facebook about subjects that were important to me, but the regular blog structure has just sat there for six years in abject online atrophy.

But I’ve decided that it’s time to resuscitate it. As I flex my muscles, trying to get the blood circulating again, I’ll fill you in on what’s happened since then.

I changed my name. No more Haydn Grey for me. I’m proudly using my own name, Kelly Cheek. It may not have the upper crust Anglo-Saxon ring of a character on Downton Abbey, but it’s mine, the moniker I’ve been accustomed to for over half a century. I got tired of Haydn Grey taking the credit for the stuff I did. So I killed him. He’s dead and buried, pushing up daisies, taking a dirt nap. And I don’t miss him at all.

I also got married. To the RIGHT woman, finally. It happened over two years ago in our backyard, and we still like each other, so that’s a bonus. She knows about my little dustup with Haydn. She’s cool with it.

But here’s the big thing – okay getting married was a big thing, too, but . . . – I’ve written eleven novels in the last nine years. There are even a few people who have read them! It’s amazing what you can accomplish when you don’t have unreasonable deadlines for weekly five-hundred-word blog posts looming over your head.

So why, you’re likely wondering, am I coming back to the blog? Why reassume the onerous encumbrance of being shackled to writing a new post every week when shedding that mantel allowed me to accomplish so much?

It has nothing to do with the stupidity of so many Americans and their resistance to reasonable pandemic-prevention measures. It’s not about being blocked in my current novel because of COVID travel restrictions keeping me from on-site research! My decision is not influenced by the fact that I can’t get to Washington D.C. to see, among other things, the Library of Congress, one of the primary settings in my stalled work in progress.

Well, maybe it has a little to do with that. But there’s more.

I’ve been working on an overhaul of my website to reflect a change in focus. I still plan to keep writing novels, but I want to write other stuff, too. Since the novels haven’t brought me immeasurable wealth, I’ve decided to bring in some extra money with various forms of copywriting, web content, maybe travel writing, assuming we can ever travel again. (The new website’s not online yet, but it will be soon.)

We’re planning on retiring in Europe, maybe leading something of a nomadic life, visiting faraway places with strange-sounding names. But we don’t want to lead hedonistic, self-indulgent lives. Not entirely, anyway. We want to still have a purpose, a reason to get up in the morning besides just deciding “what wonder of the world should we see today?”

To that end, we’re investigating various ways to bring home the veggie bacon online. For me, writing just seems like the way to go. It’s something I enjoy, something that comes fairly naturally to me.

So it looks like you’re stuck with me again.