Howdy folks. It's been a while since The Muller's been on the isle and thought I'd share why. Although I've been writing all along, it's all been fictional pieces, and I figured they didn't belong on The Isle of Mulling. Well, that's my humble opinion anyway (you can argue, but The Muller gets the final say – it's my blog after all). And I have to admit that I am more than content to let my latest work sit on the hard drive and get lost amongst the clutter of my children's old school projects, the random text files that were emailed to me and for some reason wound up being saved to my hard drive, and Mrs. Muller's various lists – of which some date back to five years ago (yeah, my PC is pretty old by most standards). In fact, my writing would fit right in with that disparate collection of documents, hiding in obscurity until the day I decide to pitch this dinosaur of a computer and trade up to a new, sleek laptop (I only get to use the current laptop when Mrs. Muller doesn't have it otherwise employed).
But alas, a dear friend of mine found out about my so-called writing and demanded I post them. Actually, I sent a few things to her, so I'm not really blaming her – much. So, I did. Now she feels I need to inform you all of the new blog as well. And now I have. So, if you are inclined to read yet another amateur blog, here it is: Caymantime. If you do read it, be gentle with me – I can be quite sensitive.
And I hope my dear friend is satisfied.
