The thing

Writing. Writing has always been one of my favorite things. It’s been years since I spent any real time doing the thing. It’s not so much that I ran out of stuff to say (have we met?), but I ran out of time and energy to say the things I was thinking. And the things, they got bigger. Broader. Required more work to wordsmith than time I had free in the day. I grew discontented writing little snippets of my life (not to mention that microblogging like Twitter and Facebook statuses more than satisfied that need), and I wanted to say more.


So the thing is, I want to write a story. My god, do I have a story to tell. Love and learning and hope and fear and passion and loss. And growth. But before I endeavor to put pen to paper for something so big, it’s time to begin writing small. I need to tinker and fuss with words about things that mean less to me before I tackle something that means my heart.

So here, on this largely defunct platform on the backwaters of the internet, I will begin to write again. I will write here so that one day, I will be ready to write.