The words have been in my mind and on my mind for a while now. But, getting them here in this place where I can hear myself think, has been a challenge.
I've been in that odd place where writers sometimes go - a curious space in the middle of ennui and exhaustion. Like in that locked door between adjoining hotel rooms - two solid access points with little, if any, space between the two. My absence from the written word. Where lies the relevance of these words and who cares anyway? I've wondered. A sad state of self pity I have visited upon myself and you.
The fact is, I love to write. I love words, and I love the challenge of each day trying to write about it here. But, I get lazy, and I get bored, and from time to time, I fail.
Thank God for forgiveness and new mercies every day. I can start over again. And again.
And so, I am here.
Yet, once more.