The First One, Here.

Oh hello Blog. See, now this is funny. About three years ago I decided to burn all my journals. It was an attempt, I think, to essentially burn the past and move on. I debated the move for a long time - it's a horrible mistake to attempt to erase history. But I would never go back and read them, really, and all of them said the same thing. Over and over again. So, I decided, burn it. Burn the shit. What I know is in there is already in my heart, my mind, my soul. What I need(ed) to learn, and do, needed/needs to manifest itself in action. Not just thoughts. Not just musings. No more 'when will this happen.' Dig?

But, so wait. Three years later I start a blog? Ehn? Whu? Where am I? Oh fuck. I had too much to dr/eam/ink last night (I had too much to link last night! Oh god, it's on now) and now I'm in the blogosphere.

Well, you do what you know. And as the saying goes: a writer writes. I find it endlessly comforting that nothing and no one can ever stop me from that. These musings, these muses, these phrases I have kissed I know not how oft, will come and flow like whatever simile suits your pleasure. Breeze=cheese. Moving on...

So yeah, not that this one needs any explanation: it's clearly my blog (hello, Lady!) and I'll write if I want to. To follow: previous writings (I'm actually published, it's true. Crazy huh.) from several places, and maybe if I can wrap my head around the legal security of doing so, some short stories, and maaaaaaaaybe (probably not), some really really bad, scratch that, possibly good poems.

Till then, thank you for stopping by. And spell check is already on my ass. Shut up, SPELLCHECK!