I've thought for quite awhile about starting a blog. April Fool's Day is as good a day as any. I discovered another blog today while doing a search for a quote. I entered into google search "DISILLUSIONED WHORE ROMANTIC" - the line I was looking for "a cynic is nothing more than a disillusioned romantic." So I suppose a good place to start is a study of the difference between a cynic and a whore. Will be left for a future entry - this will require research. So back to how this blog came to be, A Song Not Scored for Breathing - which I just discovered has ended after 6 years! A beautiful site that I will go back and read.
I want to write about writing, about mysticism, about life and relationship, about finances and family. I want to write about what makes me afraid, of what makes me smile. I want to write about people - their kindnesses, their weaknesses, their strengths and what can I learn.
I want to write about defining who I am at 52 (soon to be 53) and how it is still changing, sometimes rapidly and other times painfully slow. Can I be defined or am I such a work in progress that once defined I will have already evolved ever further?
I want to post some of my earlier writings - give them a home, all together instead of scattered over computers and thumb drives.
