This is my space.  I’m not sure that I even really have anything important to say in the grand scheme of things, but I do know that it is important for me to have this place to void my mind of the mess that is trapped within its web of sparking connections.  And, believe me, they are always sparking, never letting me rest.  I am allowing myself to write out of my mind, no matter what that means at the time I sit down to do it.  I may make no sense at all or be completely crazy, but for once in my life, I am not going to care.  The whole world may view it, which should terrify me back into the depths of repression where I have  been living most of my years, but I cannot live this way any more.  I have to open myself in order for the creativity to flow, if it will.  This is all just a test.  I don’t know if I can unravel it all into coherence, but it all begins here.

I have attempted with the help of so many books to dig myself out of this crippling writer’s block.  Morning pages, morning pages. Morning. Pages.  I just cannot do them. This is my version.  My very public version.  Though my little page is very unlikely to draw any kind of viewership in the vast space that is the Internet, the simple fact that it is up for all those who would seek it, or stumble upon it, pushes me out of my comfort zone.  This is what I need.  I can slip very comfortably into the habit of morning, noon, or night pages and be just as lost as I was before.  I am not saying that the practice of morning pages is not a good one, and I am sure many have found there way out of the darkness of creative block using that technique.  But, drastic measures are called for in my case.  And so, I will write something, anything, to get out of my mind and back to the place it needs to be to be free.