:)

I seriously toyed with the idea of either seriously writing or seriously giving up the whole damn thing. Seriously doesn't work. So here I am, back, an ignominious return I must say. All the same, I do feel refreshed after the self-imposed exile, and as always, returning makes everything fresher and sweeter - a warm buttery, crumbly sense of adventure. There are new rhythms in the air, new winds whispering silly things, new thoughts humming crazy tunes. So here I am, back again, feeling a little silly and a little fresh, a little old and a little new. And yes, I want to write and keep writing. It's my own personal brand of heroin.  :)