Beginnigs

Most recently, it has become increasingly difficult to fight the blank page. I'm not sure why-- most likely, it is a combination of anxieties and various illogical apprehensions. I fear, at the present, perhaps that what I write will be no good. That someone will find the written words on the page dull, thoughtless, pretentious, and generally sour. I would like my words to strike their targets as intended, and many times, I fear that my words will fall short like a shot duck. It is a difficult series of obstacles to overcome, and yet I intend to prevail.

So here it is; a shot into the big dark. I simply want to write and have the written word read. That is that.