The Addiction Is Back

Nearly one full year since my last post. Did I kick the habit? Have I forgotten sweet sound of the clitter-clatter? Do I no longer know (and chase after) beautiful things? Hell no.

This blog will no longer serve as a dashboard for my Words & Images spatterings. That class (and program, for that matter) blow like an old dusty wind. That's it—they're history.

This blog will now serve in any damn way I choose. Enjoy.

I am a writer. I nearly gave up—abandoned that one thing that keeps me sane, calm, motivated, and hopeful—happy about the future, moving in the present, remembering from the past—simply because of a silly, tiny, minor fear...of the unknown: audience, supporters, publishers, voice, power, talent, possibilities, opportunities.

No giving up. I have an obligation to the world, the unity of life, to release my energy. Even if I don't fully know or understand that world, and/or why that world needs my writing to continue its orbit, I do understand that I'm a part of it.

Some posts may read like ramblings and complaints. I will log my efforts from an obscure, hidden, unknown woman to a noted, revealed, expressive writer (preferrably published). Other posts will read like reviews, criticism, and general commentary as I come across books, articles, thoughts, conversations, and tidbits that spark and relate to my writing. And there will be non-categorizable posts: maybe a piece of writing I'm working, perhaps an interesting sentence or image that comes to mind—anything's possible here as long as my fingers are going.