Every once in awhile I hear a little voice.  The voice comes at very random times.  The last time it spoke to me, I was at work.  I was walking outside from one building to another.  The voice usually says about the same thing every time:  You need to write.  You are meant to do more with your life.

     Now, I'm not crazy.  I think that it is just my inner voice reminding me that I am not quite doing what I should be doing.  I have always loved to write, though have had the best luck with poetry.  Whenever I have loftier ideas of a literary nature, I get about as far as typing a couple of pages and then I'm stuck..  If I get a general idea of a subject to write about, I may figure out a few character names, but become stuck on how/what to do after maybe a page, if I even get that far. 

     Sometimes, if I don't have a computer right in front of me,  I will just jot a quick note in my phone so that I won't lose what I sometimes see as a momentary flash of brilliance.  Generally I won't re-visit those notes.

     Sometimes, this "inner voice" doesn't necessarily tell me to write.  Sometimes it will give me a reminder to just pause and breathe in the fresh crisp air of the outdoors as I go about my day.  Other times I will get ideas of presents for people or ideas that could develop into a hobby or business.  One example that I keep thinking about is a present for a former supervisor at work.  I think that a nice present for him is a wintry picture or pictures in a nice frame, but then I get stuck before getting too far with that idea too.  I second guess the idea on so many counts.  Should I get others to chip in for the gift?  Should I just get him a copy of the set of pictures that I let him look at?  Should I just not do it at all?  Should I get input from co-workers about the gift? etc. etc. etc.

     I get so bogged down with the things that could go wrong about a potentially nice gift or an idea for a story idea or a poem, that I just simply stop.  Tonight, that little voice was speaking to me again.  This time the little voice was pretty insistent.  There wasn't any particularly brilliant or inspiring idea that popped into my head, just that I needed to get the laptop out of its bag, get it plugged in, and fire the thing up to see if it even still worked.  I haven't used this computer for quite some time, so I had to re-set a few things.  Not to mention I had to go onto Facebook to find the link to get back onto this Blogspot Blogger page of mine to see if it even still existed.  Luckily I remembered the password to get into the computer and to get into my Facebook page.
     And here I am again, typing with no exact destination in mind on my umpteenth journey down my road of writing.  It has been years since I have been here, at least 3-4 years to be exact because that was how far off the ages were of my kids.  This time I make no promises of a daily return to journalling/typing/writing/or whatever you want to call this babbling.  Any time that I have made any sort of digital promise, I break it in no time.  Hopefully I will come back sooner for a visit next time.  That is the best I can do for now. 

Life is Like...

     Life is like a book.  It has many chapters.  Each of our stories are unique and while they make have certain similarities with the stories of others, no two stories are the same.  No matter the differences, each life has three basic parts: birth, life, and death.
     We are all born.  Some of us grow up and know our birth stories.  We know how our parents met.  We know where we were born, etc., etc.  Certain parts of our birth story we would rather not get all the details for.  While we are thankful that our parents had sex, another part of us would like to never think that our parents ever did....yuck.  Who ever really wants to think about that?
     We live our lives.  Most of us go to school, but our experiences are greatly varied.  If you are popular and have a lot of friends, you will have a different experience than someone who is picked on and has few friends.  You may be very smart and not struggle academically or everything might seem tough. 
     Each part of our lives is written by different people.  Our beginnings are written by our parents.  The lives we live are written by the choices we make.  Some people get married.  Some people go to college and just focus on careers and sacrifice having a home life.  Some people travel the world and see what is out there before deciding what or who they are to become.  Our deaths are written about by those who remember us: our family, our friends, and some who are mere acquaintances.
     Each of us has a unique story......and I just realized that I am rambling and repeating myself.  Somehow some of this sounded much more brilliant in the car on my way home from work at 7 am.  Hopefully I captured even a small amount of what I thought was brilliant so that I can write something better when I am a little more awake.

1st Posting

Well, here I am, yet again.  I have been blogging on this site for quite some time, though I haven't been too consistent about it.  My content hasn't been filled with wow stuff.  It has read more like journals of me venting about things going on in my life, which isn't all bad.  It can be a bit therapeutic, but not something others would really want to read about.  I have my doubts whether or not anyone will read anything on my blog anyway.  Guess I will just wait and see.

I started this new addition to my blog so that I could start fresh and hopefully do more creative writing than journaling.  That is the plan anyway.  I will hopefully maintain my journaling to the older part of my blog, depending on my mood.  This blog may contain some journaling, but my vision for it is more to get myself back in the mindset of writing. I want to put my writing ideas more out there and expand on them and, if anyone reads this at some point, hopefully I will get feedback as well to keep the creative juices flowing.

Well, may this be a start of something refreshing, new, and exciting.