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.