Yes, I am. And quite honestly, I don’t want to be. I don’t want to be here typing to the blogosphere….I want to be writing type that will set on creamy white pages in crisp black ink. I want to be telling a story, any story. But I don’t know how to get there.
That’s why I’m here. I am hoping that somehow this process will dredge up in me what I so desperately want to release. Somehow it feels like a scraping from deep within me, this idea of writing. Scraping with a rake. I long for it so much, but I’m not much of a process person (not good for one who wants to write professionally). I like the result. Go through my checklist and get to the end. That’s how I operate.
Maybe this is God’s way of softening me. All I know is I can’t shake the longing. So here I sit, typing to whoever comes across this. Not because it’s profound, but I’m hoping the discipline will lead to something that is.
Thanks for being patient with me.