I’ve been sitting for ages waiting for an idea to pop up in my head. Because I always do. Somewhere along the lines, something will come to me.
But blogging? Oh, hell no. That one doesn’t want to.
And I’ve realized that that’s just not going to work. As my pantser side demands: just write. It’ll either work or it won’t but you need to get words on the page. So here I am. Writing words on a page.
That’s why I decided to make this blog about writing. What about writing? Well, everything. Including reading. Because one cannot exist without the other.
This post is, in effect, useless to you. And to me. But it doesn’t matter. It’s content. And that’s all that matters.
This is just the first post of, hopefully, many. And as my pantser brain continues to write, perhaps a greater meaning will come yet.
For now, I’ll keep my eyes open and my fingers typing.