Borrowing from my first post
Brain numbing procrastination and frustrating self doubt give way to the beginnings of what I imagine to be an enriching experience of writing everything that I care to have spent sometime thinking about. This is for me. And in thanks to God, who handed me a rather pronounced gift of imagination.
I mean, it must mean something that I have the magical quality of slipping into a day dream at all times of a day and night. And what of crafting sometimes curious, sometimes sad and at other times insanely hysterical conversations between fictitious personalities in my mind.
There has to be an outlet to all that chaos. And this is the ordered manner in which to handle all that content in my head.