Why am I here today?
I'm tossing around the idea of writing some short stories to maybe compile around the story I wrote in my last post. I dream about that post, I think it's some of my best writing ever.
So I came here to grab it and put it somewhere else.
I began to look at a couple of previous posts. Some made me feel really bad. Others made me roll my eyes at my own ness. I took the one titled The Other Side of the Story and sent the whole thing to my very best friend who it was written about.
I stopped looking at posts, and decided to just start typing.
Will this be a thing? Maybe.
Will I use it as a testing ground for more stories like Ferris Wheel? Maybe.
Will / Does anyone read it? Or any blogs anymore? I have no idea.
But I do know that I am not journaling like I want to be, I'm not being creative in any way right now. Well, not exactly true - After binge watching The Great, I took up embroidery which vexes me but I do enjoy it. (I also picked up the habit of saying "Indeed!" with conviction much like the young Fanning does when being Catherine the Great. No one gets, it it's not Great).
So a quick dip of the toe into the world of the b l o g for tonight.
Feels good. Shaking the rust off. May be only talking to myself, but that's ok too.
