It’s been 19 and a half years since I wrote my first entry, just over half my life ago.

I’ve been feeling the itch to write again for a bit. Joshua has been crushing it lately, which has been part of my inspiration. I’ve also had more folks express appreciation for my writing and encourage me to write more.

Amanda and I read Two Old Bastids this evening, story one in You Like It Darker by Stephen King, a first foray into King’s writing for both of us. The story surprised me both for what it said and didn’t say. It got me thinking. What if I didn’t get in my own way? What if I wasn’t so concerned about getting things “just right” and let the ideas out of my head?

I’m 38 today. And, on the whole, all things considered, I’m happy and I’m grateful to be alive.