I have been told that others want to see more of me. There being only so much of me to begin with, I am unclear as to how to proceed to remedy what, according to some, is my safe, unknown writer status. This is , I assure the reader, undergoing hesitant review. This year, for example, I have holiday lights on my dwelling. Remaining out of the public eye is no longer my highest priority. As for my priorities, well, who knows. Whatever is possible is first on my list of points of enquiry. The question becomes: What is possible, why, indeed, proceed. Immediately attendant to that dual question is the observation that there may be little purpose in broaching the permeable membrane of silence.