There’s a freedom again in this blog because almost no one come to see it anymore. It’s a tiny corner of the internet that has been abandoned. Maybe one person a day comes here…

But I want to remember how to write. I want to be creative and write the things I am thinking. I am still thinking.

I think I am thinking. I do feel stuck in quicksand, with the state of my body under renovation. I am doing things, things that seem faily mindane and barely worth doing.

Yes, I have a job and a family. I am doing the work to maintain those things, keep the momentum.

But I want to be doing bigger things. i want to create something.

I have two manuscripts–Works in progress –that are worthy. I want to get those done.

I think of a circus or an event has a critical mass that people can join in…something that is already in motion that others can jump on and be part of the thing that.

but a writer writes alone. All momentum has to be generated by me.

That’s why I’m writing this this morning. So generate a little motion, a little momentum. I would like to write a little every day. Until I write a lot every day.