I’ve been writing a lot–amazingly, mostly on paper, and also on my offline journal. I am going to keep doing this regularly because I want to love something I used to love again. Trying to regain the skill of writing without venting and without fear. If it comes out lame that way, well at least I made an effort to have a relationship with the page instead of eating potato chips in bed, one of my many ways of coping with my helplessness with the writer’s block from 1994 that just never went away.

So I will attempt to do the things that seem somewhat threatening to me. Yeah, working on people’s web pages and writing and just plain interacting…all simple and harmless to the naked eye, but in my mind, potentially disastrous. I’m gonna give it a try. If I happen to suck at those things right now, I have to remember that there were times when I did not.

These pages will just be a lot of blah blah for now. But they are important to me, in that they are my attempts at action. I live in my mind most of the time and I think right now that is my weakness.

This sounds all dreary, but maybe it’s only the rain that affects the tone of this post. I’m very much looking forward to enjoying writing again.  Writing and everything else. There are so many people supporting me and my dreams…I’m so very thankful for that. I’m usually a hermit, that wants people away from me, but right now I think my desire for solitude is more about getting down to business with bringing everything out of my head and into the world.