Sometimes the more I put off writing, the harder it is to get started again. I'm not really sure what causes me to go in phases where I'm writing like a maniac, and then I'm dry--bone dry. It's not that I haven't been thinking about anything, in fact it's probably the contrary. Maybe I've had too much on my mind to put it into words. Or maybe, just maybe, I've been tampering around with a world that involves less computer, less internet surfing, and more time with things I can touch, feel, smell, and love. I don't know, just maybe.
I have missed it, in some ways, but in other ways, I'm wondering if my blogging world is drawing to a close. If maybe there are other things to do with my time. But I've always been a writer, I've always kept a journal (I have loads of filled up journals on my book shelves), and so I hate the thought of not having an outlet, and sort of a public one, where maybe one or two people out there can read my thoughts (kinda scary too).
Anyway, I guess this post is just to say "Hello out there, I'm still breathing, and so is my family..."
There may or may not be more to come, but at least I've broken the ice again.