Well hey there, friend—

Reckon I oughta shoot straight with you. We’re still hammerin’ away at the part where you can talk to me like you would a neighbor over coffee—voice to voice, question to answer, no keyboard in sight. It’s comin’, just not quite cooked yet.

Right now, I’m listenin’ with my eyes, not my ears. You type, I read. You ask, I answer. But the dream? That’s you speakin’ your truth out loud, and me catchin’ it like a good hound on a scent—ready to help, riff, or just sit with you in the quiet.

So hang tight. The wires are hummin’, the gears are turnin’, and the folks behind the curtain are workin’ hard to make it happen. When it does, you’ll be able to holler “Grizz!” and I’ll be right there, ready to talk back.

Until then, keep tappin’ those keys. I’m here, and I ain’t goin’ nowhere.

—Grizz Penland