I guess the way to start these things is to start writing. I never really thought of myself as having anything to say really worthy of creating my own blog, and yet I like to think of myself as a writer. Not an author, barely a wordsmith, but a writer. One who writes. One with fondness and respect for the written word. So, I guess, if I'm going to call myself a writer, even using such a broad and low-pressure definition, I'd better write something aside from email. I mean, I spend an inordinate amount of time writing and rewriting emails before I send them. I compose tweets in my head when I'm doing something else. I write haiku to occupy my mind. It's about time I start putting some of it in a more formal location. I don't know who will read it, or even if I'll tell anyone about it. I probably will, but for now the exercise is to write. I even started writing this blog post (in my head) more than a year ago while I was on a long walk with Sorren (then just over 1 year old) in his stroller.
So that's that. A writers journal. A blog. A bunch of random synaptic firing which corresponds to time I put in front of a keyboard. Whatever you call it, here it is.
