I can remember fancying myself something of a writer when I was growing up...actually had the notion that I would someday sustain myself through the feverish scribblings of my pen...then, one day I just sort of stopped writing. The funny thing is, when I think about the exact moment that I stopped, it seems to me that it was the exact moment that I actually, finally had something interesting to say.
So many years have passed since then, and so many thoughts, stories, poems have gone unwritten...now, it just feels right to write. So off we go...
