Resurrection.

After receiving a little bit of feedback from some of you, I've decided to revive the old blog.  It has been over two years since my last post.  I'm not entirely sure what kept me from writing during this time, but I'll surely let you know when I figure it out.  I may have an epiphany during the composition of this entry and you'll get to see it all in front of your eyes.   I do love writing and I never really put much thought into it.  I just put my fingers on the keyboard and it all just spills out...my thoughts, my feelings, my ideas and my dreams.  I've attempted to write many novels (ok, three...) and for whatever reason I get to a point of closing, where I feel I'm reaching the climax, the end and need to wrap up the story and my mind goes completely blank and I think the entire thing is garbage and hit the delete button.  Then, months later I regret this choice and get back at it, write a new story, with a new, improved plot and more vibrant, complex and interesting characters, only to repeat the cycle.  Maybe I'm afraid to put it out there and be vulnerable and share my imagination and creations with others.  I do the exact same thing with my paintings.  I don't keep them and I don't share them.  They are only mine.  Yes, I know you must be thinking I'm a complete nut, a little bit insane, a total and utter weirdo.  It's true.  I am.  I can't help it.  Generally, I'm fairly carefree, reasonably confident and some might say I'm pretty opinionated, too.  So, what is my problem?  Well, suppose I'm not as carefree and confident as I seem on the exterior.  I'm actually pretty goddamn worried that my effort will be wasted and nobody will really like my art.  My art, which is an extension of me, at my core it's who I am.  No mask, no safety net.  Just me, balancing on the rope, pretty much naked, so to speak.  That's it.  I figured it out.  I'm worried that people with criticize my art, which is me, therefore, I'm afraid of judgment and whoa...there's my epiphany.   Told you it would happen.  I am not as sure of myself as even I believe myself to be.  Does any of this rambling make sense?  Ok, now I suppose I have to wrap my brain around this new revelation and figure out a way to overcome it.  Baby steps.  Starting this outlet up again will help (maybe...) 
So, back to my original point.  Here it is.  My blog. I'm looking forward to sharing little pieces of myself again.