Wordsmithing

For the last several months my days have been hectic. There is very little time for quiet reflection or writing. And I often waste what little free time I have trolling about on the internet. Facebook seems to have a voracious appetite when it comes to my time.

I miss writing. And ironically, I don't really have the words to say how very much I miss it. If I wrote more, perhaps the words would come more easily.

Family and work obligations often preclude writing. Inertia and self-doubt accompany a host of other paltry reasons not to write. But at thirty-five years old, I'm beginning to understand that life moves so incredibly fast. My God, where does all the time go? If I don't put pen to paper now, when will I ever do it?

I am anxious to write, anxious to get back into wordsmithing. I am anxious to grow as an artist and as a person. I am anxious to explore a host of new possibilities and subject areas. I am determined to consistently put my thoughts in written form. I will embrace the resolve necessary to publish serious and thought-provoking work. I will do this. I will.