So if you find yourself here, it’s cause the Improbability Drive has kicked in, and drop kicked you into this dimension.

No, seriously, wait for it. It’s really funny.

So likely, it most cases, I am one of sixteen hundred billion people who typey type away their time, pouring soul and breath into the little animated boxes on their desks. And I suddenly realized how much effort this actually is.

Am I up for this?

So I’ve tried Hg2g, I’ve tried Blogger. I find myself here. I am a writer by nature, by heart, but not by habit. No excuse justifies the lack of usage for my poor, down trodden vocabulary. I think I am just in the right head space now. Age? Kids? Maybe, but more likely just a burning, tense need to unload.

Mostly it is the time that hinders me. Or more accurately, it’s passing. Far too rapidly. My oldest son is celebrating his eighth birthday this weekend coming. I am somewhat taken aback at how quickly it all flew by. So, if for nothing else than him, and his siblings, I commit myself to sit down, shut up, and write.