Why Did I Name It This?
Over and over my life has taken unexpected turns. Like a reptile shedding its skin when it grows, I leave behind external trappings and emerge new, yet still "me". For most of my life the through line has been writing. After years of having left this behind I am now rediscovering its importance to me. Some of the posts may be things I wrote long ago, while others may be current random thoughts or new works. All of it will be new to most of you, who probably didn't ever know this side of me.
What Is This and Why Do it?
So I've been thinking about what I am doing here.
It certainly isn't what I would've called "writing" before now.
Is it? Does it matter?
And then I kinda got this feeling, like maybe (since this experiment started started on the theory that no one was reading it anyway) just maybe, what I am doing is discovering my voice. My. Voice.
I'm not trying to imitate a favorite author. I'm not trying to impress any specific person. I'm not trying to get an article published by a certain magazine with a target audience.
I am trying to express myself just for the sake of expression.
You can take it or leave it.
I'm just feeling my way around in the dark and figuring out where the barriers are and where the passageways let me through.
You don't have to come with me.
But I do like company sometimes.
