fiction, poetry, short stories

In case you’re wondering why this site is never updated, it’s because all my efforts are going in to my podcast/blog/radio show Radio Drama Revival! and audio theater company FinalRune Productions.  Eventually here I’d like to feature some of my musing writings and more photos, but the priority list means outlook is currently grim.

for the first time in ages, I have some more photos to share with the universe. traipsing about in old orchard beach I have shots of random concrete blocks, bicycles left in the woods, broken chairs, and the remnants of a brief affair with winter old orchard beach winter 2007

Or… what ideas does Fred get in his head when he hasn’t had much else to think about lately? Welcome back, cenophobia traffic, I’m happy to be restoring this site ever so slowly into an incarnation that is better than the site was ever before. I know it’s somewhat abrupt to just, well, delete an entire website when you’re dissatisfied with it, but I’d just had enough of the annoying javascript scroll buttons that didn’t work in my gallery section. The delete button just made things so easy. I realize I still have a good amount of unique visitors, however, and a lot of stuff I’d like to write and share with the world that’s not covered in my other two sites, however (original radio drama by FinalRune Productions and my radio drama blog Radio Drama Revival!), and so cenophobia.com is back, with the slick blog layout you see for the homepage and soon (maybe even this weekend) an online photo gallery which will host all the different galleries I had before with hopefully as much verbage to get my google image rankings back up into the stratosphere. So what else will I share here? Thoughts, musings, and ruminations, like those above, as well as fragments and other pieces of writing which I think have some merit but aren’t ones I’m going to full fledge produce as a radio drama. Also, like half the people who use the internet, I’m a bit of a pedant photographer, and will share some of my visual interpretations of the world with you. But no pictures of my drunk friends dancing. As far as “life after coffee,” well, it may be just as it sounds–I’ve found that after quitting coffee for a week life does go on, and maybe you can even be happy without that quintessential brew. I also gave up beer this week, and am trying to resist the desperate urges that reek my untainted bloodstream. More on this soon. Welcome back, world!