It’s a funny thing coming home. Nothing changes. Everything looks the same, even smells the same. You realize what’s changed is you.” – F. Scott Fitzgerald
And so it begins again. While feelings of disappoint linger, I am fervent to try once more. I want to write as easily as I breath. To put my mind into physical form and give life to invisible worlds. To make what is difficult become simple, beautiful, and habit.
I do not know what each day will produce, only that there will always be new words born onto paper.
I invite anyone to observe in this new cultivation, and inspect the progression of myself as a writer.