I’ve decided to try my hand at keeping this blog again. It was recently bought to my attention that this was severely out of date and all sorts of broken, and to be honest, I forgot it even existed. It was fun reviewing the things I wrote, and relived in a sense, the excitement when I would come up with something new, share it with others and excitedly discuss them. So I’ve decided it’s time to commit. Maybe I can get a few of my friends and family to visit here so I have a valid reason to keep this alive and going. I’m not always open to sharing my thoughts and views with others, and that’s an odd habit considering I claim myself a writer.

It’s been nearly a decade since I last posted on here, and it’s odd to see how I’ve changed, both for better and worse. In some ways, I feel like my mind was a lot sharper and filled with bright ideas, and when it came to jotting them down, it flowed from the pen(cil) to the paper with poetic fluidity.

There are many days when I wish I could sit with my laptop and type out all the things I’ve been dying to publish since I was in my early twenties. I know the story, you know a lot of it, but my inner-self berates me, constantly telling me that I’m not good/smart/educated enough to pass it off as artisans work, or valuable enough to someone view to stop in a store, whether digital or brick and mortar, and think, ‘Hey, this looks good.’ Also, there’s the fact that my medium has access to distractions that tend to win in the battle of work vs. play; self-discipline– where have you gone?

I’ve received feedback from people that it does qualify in their eyes as something of worth, yet the skeptic in me doesn’t allow their praise to soak through the hard shell I unknowingly built. Funny (sad?) how self-esteem adversely affects one’s perception on the quality of their crafts. Yet, one of the bigger pushes to publish comes not from my peers, but from Kayin, who has an attachment to the story and periodically asks if I’ve worked on it, or to read what I’ve written to her, even though she knows the story– that in itself should be motive enough to tip the scales toward work rather than letting the heavy weights on the ‘play side’ keep winning over again. So, this feels like an acceptable start; a creative nudge forward or a go-get-er. I earnestly hope that the creativity starts moving through my mind again and prods me over the edge.

So, as I like to say “Lets DO this!”