An entire year since I’ve posted anything on this site at all. One would wonder if I was truly interested in being a writer at all. I’ve done nothing to advance myself, and for that, I’m sorry. I’m sorry – a little to you, but mostly to myself, for ignoring this important part of myself.

Basically, life has taken over.

I still have stories in my head. My issue is getting them out. I’ve never been in any sort of class for this – my only qualifications for trying to be any kind of writer is that I read a lot, I know what I like, and I know how to write (in the educational sense, not the creative one). Other than that, I’m at a loss, and not finding my direction.

I’ve lost my job recently – the economy hit me hard – and now I’m trying to deal with life. But I’m starting to see that maybe this is a moment in time where i can clear my head and get something done as far as this… desire to craft goes. I do have the desire. What I lack, it seems, is the capability. I believe that the reason I lack the capability is because I’m clueless as to where to go.

If this is “writer’s block,” I don’t like it. I always thought “writer’s block” meant you had no ideas, and were stuck. This is not my problem – my block is in the physical sense. I have a gazillion ideas, but I can’t seem to latch onto one long enough to pull it out of my head. At the moment, it’s just a huge jumble – like a knot where I can’t find the ends so I can start to untangle it all.

So.

It’s been a year.

I really want to do this.

I now have a lot of time on my hands. Maybe I can put that to good use.

We shall see.