I wanna...

I wanna write. I've wanted to write since discovering I have a voice. Imagine not knowing one has a voice. Seems ridiculous, doesn't it?

What do writers write about? I guess here's as good a place as any to dribble the meandering thoughts in my head. A place to start. A place to figure out what I have to say at this point in my life. A place to cannoodle my mind into mush, most likely.

I've been through hell and back more than once, mostly of my own doing. Isn't there something in that abyss to spark a writing frenzy? Or at least an urge? If I don't have an urge... well... does it mean I have nothing to say? Maybe tickle a twinge? It'd be nice to figure that out once and for all.

Lord knows I've spent enough time posting to personal interest forums .... rambling .... venting... spouting my opinions. We all know what opinions are worth. Surely there's gotta be something left to say.

I guess the idea of writing publicly just seems so self-indulgent. Or to write about writing or the angst of writing.

I gotta get my act together and figure out what I can respond to in my life to get me to write.

See, navel lint. First installment of navel lint.