I am amazed at how long it has been since my last post. And unfortunately, I am sad to say I return, not because I have been called to, but because I have been told to. Thankfully so. So many times I find that this life-- one built on the pursuit of art and craft and literary indulgence-- is one that so often falls short of intentions. Perhaps that is my fault. I am sure it is. But here we are just the same and I would like to think that the reason I have brought myself back to this blog is not a matter of importance. I would like to believe the simple fact that I have sat down and written something is the key point.
I am scared. Doing this frightens me beyond justifiably reason, but it also excites me to my core. How wonderful! How incredibly awesome it is to take a leap and truly have no idea, no control over where you land. Sure I have a plan, a general direction I would like to go, but who the hell knows if any of that will come to be? Maybe everything I ever wished as I blew out my rainbow birthday candles comes true. Maybe any skill I have as a writer is an imagining of my overzealous and often wandering mind. Maybe...
I have let go of forcing it. I release it to fate or the heavens or God or whatever you want to call it. Its all the same anyway.
It feels good to be back here again. I like this: creating, designing, talking to myself or some infinite void or maybe even someone out there who stumbled upon this by accident. Either way it is good...really good. It seems that taking some time away has given me a chance to see this from a different angle, for all the things I want it to be. I have some new ideas. I may even adventure out and redesign the whole thing. Who knows? The only thing that is certain is that I won't wait so long before coming back here again.