Okay, so, I've been "encouraged" to begin writing again.
After some thought, I have decided to do it
...not that the cut on my thumb right where it hits the spacebar does any good (not that it was undeserved -- playing with Klondike waving a catnip bag over his head and knowing that yes, indeed, he would swipe at it, and his claw catches me instead)
...not that I finally agree -- only AFTER having half a drink or more.
...not that I think I have anything about which to write, even though I keep thinking to myself, "Oh, I should blog about that...or this...or it...or etc."
...not that I love writing and am glad to even be posting something at all.
I've had this blog for years and have posted here and there about things. After almost a year, I don't know if I should pick up where I left off or just plain write what is happening now. I think I'll do the latter. I have enough material -- it's just getting it out there in words. (realise: the absolute definition of writer's block)
The time is now, and I have the writing bug again, anyway. Sometimes, One just needs the encouragement and that's what has happened, and this is what becomes of it.
(oh, good Lord, I'm writing again.)