Today marks the 16-year anniversary of Random Acts of Writing!
You may have noticed it’s been a little more random than usual — in terms of content as well as frequency.
As a creative spirit here in the 2020s, it’s hard not to be random, waxing poetic one moment and beating the drums of resistance the next.
And while I wrestle with possible reinventions and reincarnations of the sweet and ever-present landing spot of this blog, I can’t help but wonder if being random — bobbing and weaving with the times — isn’t exactly where this is supposed to be. For now.
Thank you for following along, still, after all these years, come what may.
With Love,
Jen Payne
