This isn’t goodbye

It’s really not. I promise.

I’m not saying goodbye. So don’t think that for a minute.

What I’m saying is, I want to move on. I need to. I have to find a way to disconnect myself from all this.

So I’m taking on a new name.

Josh Luca.

It doesn’t sound like me, yet. But it will. I like it. It has a soft ring to it. Something achey––you know I like achey.

I hope you’ll follow me on this journey. I’m working on new material. New poetry, essays, stories, even a new book. But I won’t be posting it here. I may link back every now and then, for anyone who misses this post, but by now most of you tune in when I (so seldom) write something and drop me a kind line of encouragement, so I feel like the ones who I truly care about will follow me over as I make this transition.

I’m changing everything. My name, my site, and my way of thinking. This is all part of a resolution.

See, Josh Luca isn’t me. Josh Luca doesn’t have my vices. Josh Luca doesn’t have my fears. Luca doesn’t start manuscripts and abandon them like kittens in a box on the side of the freeway. He doesn’t wallow in old memories; Josh Luca makes new ones. He observes the visible world and draws new conclusions. Luca has new material, new words in his bones.

Josh Luca is a better me.

I want to be a better me. I want to write better. I want to read better. I want to think and act and love better. I want to learn better.

I know reinventing yourself is hard; it’s all so cliche. I don’t want to drive you away, and if this decision does, then I’m truly sorry. You’ll always have these old words to look back on. I hope you will.

If you’re open minded enough to see where this new thing goes, then click HERE and join my new community.

I’m taking the dive deep. I’ve even considered changing my (legal) name. I think Josh Luca has a sweeter ring to it than Josh Carlton, anyway.

I want to know what you think, of course. But I’ll warn you, I’ve already made up my mind. There’s no going back.

This will be my last post on this blog. I’ll leave it up, and open to the public, so all of you can always read and share the material I’ve written over the last few years.

Here’s to a new start. Here’s to a new me.

I would like to cordially invite you all to join me on a new adventure, and meet a new friend. Everyone, this is Josh.

Josh, this is everyone.

Say hi, Josh.

[Hi, Josh.]

I love you so much. You don’t even know.

Drinkers With Writing Problems Published My Poem!

It’s Christmas in August for this vagabond poet.

DWWPIn case you missed the giddy Tweets, earlier this week I was honored with a chance to guest-publish a poem on Drinkers With Writing Problems. Fantastic site, in case you’ve never had the pleasure. Go there. Just a heads up though, it’s BYOB.

I couldn’t be more excited for you all to read The Good Life. Special thanks goes out to Kim Nelson, keeper of the Ponytail Up blog, for getting my poem in the DWWP queue. Thanks, Kim. I’m sending you a bourbon basket.

Wait, is that even a thing? Do they actually make bourbon baskets?

If not, they really should. Someone, please steal this idea. Then promptly send me a free sample. “Free” being the operative word, since I’m broke. I would say “starving,” but fortunately I’ve stored enough blubber to keep my body functioning for many winters.

Okay, I think that’s enough self-deprecation for one blog post.

Now leave me alone to kill the rest of this Woodford Reserve in peace, dammit.

But, before you go, know this:

I love you.

P.S. Please Drink Responsibly.