New day

I've decided to take a new approach to this whole blogging thing. I guess you can say I am becoming tired of the lame attempts at blogging that I have used in the past year or so. I remember the day when I always had something to say, usually in a sore attempt at pissing someone off.

And I need something different then myspace. It has become tired and old, simiiar to what I feel I have become.

I can't say where this is going, if anywhere. Frankly I think I may be too busy to keep up a blog. Or too sidetracked. But I really want to. There is little that brings me greater joy then putting pen to paper (figuratively speaking of course). And the idea that someone might read the words I string together and enjoy or find inspiration in them, that is what drives me.

Yesterday as I was laying in bed, nursing the mother of all headaches, I had a story start in my head. This happens to me often, but for the most part I push them aside. Because I can't commit to finishing an entire story on paper. I lose patience, I lose drive, I lose words. But this one, it speaks to me. Deep in my soul. So I will go with it. I wrote for hours yesterday, just kept going, my nimble fingers aching.

It is good. Really good. It has some truth in it, small tid-bits from my actual life, mixed in with fiction. Whether it will continue to be good, or make the leap from good to great, that has yet to be seen.

I've become sidetracked again. Which happens all too often. Hopefully the passion to write stays with me a little longer then it has in the past.