After years of dryness; blank pages; being too busy; waiting for inspiration to come, I have decided to begin anew. In the past, this blog has been a place where I can collect my poetry, sending it out into the digital world, maybe getting a few comments here and there. I’m sure that many of you have since left in search of other writers, poets, essayist, who post regularly. I always told myself that I would return, one day, when I had more time. When I finished my degree. When things slowed down at work. When the kids got older. The truth is, that I can’t wait any longer. I must begin writing again. Please bear with me, as this is going to be very, very rough. There will probably not be any waxing poetic, until I can knock the rust off of my writing brain, slowly using those muscles again. I’ve heard of muscle memory for physical exercise. I wonder if it exists for poetic exercises? In any event, I will begin posting regularly again. For a while, I won’t allow any comments, because I won’t need any. I will just be airing out my mind, trying to moisten the dryness of my brain.
I’ve attempted to revitalize this blog, but more importantly, I am trying to revitalize myself. We shall see how it goes. I think journaling in prose will help get the juices flowing. The truth is, I got tired of waiting. I’m getting older, and I am getting more anxious. Call it some sort of middle-age turning-point, but I really want something to happen. I have decided that I can’t wait any longer. I need to make it happen. What exactly? I’m not sure, but I’m willing to begin this journey again, a bit older, perhaps wiser, perhaps not. Either way, I’m starting. One word at a time. Let’s go.
