Introductions and Beginnings

Where We Are Going

A long time ago, I used to write. For enjoyment. For entertainment.

It cost me a great deal.

So I stopped.

Stopped sharing my writing, that is.

But the urge to set down the words remained.

It consumed me to the point of disruption.

I can be driven to write by any number of inspirations... a dream, a fantasy, a portrait, music, the single line of a song that touches me and moves my spirit, the patter of the rain falling against the window.  Sometimes, the urge is so strong I need to cease even my work to capture the idea.

Sometimes I like what I write.  Sometimes I hate it.

Some of it is beautiful. Some of it is banal or hum-drum, repetitive or ugly.

Some of it may make you blush... they make me blush. Some may make you cry or laugh or angry.  If you feel something, that's good.  It means you're alive.

I make no promises. I don't take requests.

Sometimes, I may suggest a song you should hear while you read or include a photo, just because.

Most likely, I won't write every day, nor even every week.

But when the words pull at me like insistent little fingers, I will set them down.

No disrespect is intended.  These are for the most part, only fantasy.

They may be inspired by someone you think you know, they may not be.

Most of the time, there will be no names and only vague descriptions of the players are given. This is so the reader may be free to imagine whomever they wish in the story.

Be kind.

I always try to be.

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