and so here I am. I miss writing, I miss this voice and so I find myself here. truth be told, I prefer the satisfaction that comes from putting pen to paper (black pilot pens on clean white paper, nothing like it in all the world) but I'm spilling out all over the place these days. why not spill a little here? my life is a mess and you know what? I'm tired of trying to keep it neat and clean and tidy. I'm not sure I want the bloggity-blog world of bloggers to read and comment on the messiness but here I am, all the same. does anyone out there care? do I really care if anyone cares? I can honestly say that I don't. what interests me most is the having of this space, the freedom to throw words and ideas around.
