My 20 Year Curse

I am a writer. In my head, in my heart, in my speech, in my ADD-like tendency to be distracted and mesmerized by virtually everything that catches my eye, I am a child of the bard, granted the gift of gab, and your basic babbler from day one. Just ask my mother.

So how do I explain my tongue-tied and twisted silence for the last 20 years? What are all of these unfinished things around me? Has life so completely turned me upside-down and inside out that stringing thoughts together makes me feel tired, bitter, and abused?

Pretty much.

So, I'm going to start talking to myself out loud. Maybe someone will answer me; maybe not. At least I'll be talking again. But what about? Well, like most people, I have lots of lists to the side of this page; Some of them are sort of static and boring. What I have decided to do is simply write about each of these things one post at a time, including links and details whenever possible. My interests being legion, I can honestly say that the size of my lists will expand exponentially from time to time, and probably quickly outstrip my actual posts. By writing about each one specifically, I can remove it from the list and make room for more stuff. Kind of like my workspace for crafting, only stuff will actually go back out the door after achieving a state of metamorphosis...

I'd keep my fingers crossed, but I need them to type.