well internet, i’ve been doin’ some thinking.

in the last week i’ve misspelled vacuum and used the wrong passed vs. past enough times to know the words whirling in my head are getting a bit tongue-tied. to me, part of the beauty of blogging is its ease and accessibility. i can type faster and edit easier and get words out of said cobweb-covered head with pensieve-like precision . . . and then move on with my day.

this space has become a dear-to-me place for these quick release quips. i ask nothing more of this eponymous .com and am happy to have made room for it in my life. in the past year it has morphed into a record of the poems on my mind and my heart. i love writing here and will continue to do so, for myself, and anyone who wants to visit.

the ability to press publish on a post, however, does not a writer make. and if these heart-dreams of mine are to find their wings, i am feeling them beg for some resistance workouts, a bit of a challenge, a taste of the toil towards a more purposed and polished product. in sessions and conversations the last month i have heard it again and again – this craft, like any other, it takes work. i am eager to roll up my sleeves and get some of the sun shining outside of this box on my pale writer’s arms.

mixed metaphors aside, i’ve got no blueprints drawn up just yet. projects with creative friends this month offer the opportunity to put these ideas to paper and work on my writing a bit longer, harder, weirder, stronger. all that to say – i will write here when i need what this space offers (which is almost always for #justwrite tuesdays) and perhaps i’ll share some more fleshed out, sweated on pieces in the coming months.

in the meantime, excuse any crickets; i’m hoping this buffalo will keep them company. :)

to writing and hard work!