I think we can all agree that 2016 was an abysmal year. Presidential election aside, the year saw us lose some amazing people: Carrie Fisher, George Michael, David Bowie, Florence Henderson, and Muhammad Ali, just to name a few. I, for one, am ready for 2016 to end and a new year to begin. Over the years, I’ve had many blogs. They come and go like clouds in the sky. But I’m getting the creative itch again so Lint Upon Navel is reborn in 2017.
In the past, Lint Upon Navel was strictly a literature blog. I wrote about books, poetry, and writing in general. But navel lint is not one dimensional. It deserves a much broader spectrum of topics to truly capture its essence. After all, can we really put a finger on the content of navel lint? Other than miscellaneous funk, what IS navel lint?
So that’s the philosophy I will take for the new version of Lint Upon Navel. Here you will find posts about life, art, music, books, food, and exercise. In other words, smothered, covered, smacked, and left out to dry! That’s right, I went with a pseudo Waffle House® metaphor.
I hope you enjoy the ride as I make a serious attempt at being civil. I won’t always get there, but I’ll try.
Here’s to a Happy New Year and new beginnings. Let’s help 2017 make up for a really bad 2016!