So It Begins With a Bang

                              A joke of an introduction.

     The apparent new in thing for friends of mine, stumbling in towards the end of the year, is starting and so far maintaining a blog. As an obvious avid fan of following imaginary friends off of a cliff (or was it a bridge?) I have started my own. One that may ramble off the deep end from the journalistic/life as it is tone the others are taking. Not that speaking about one's life is boring, just that mine isn't near exciting enough to always be worth posting about and there are other goals to keep in mind.

                    

                                        I miss writing, something fierce.

       
          It's the truth, as boldly as I can write it. Seriously, that is as bold as the font Gods (& Goddesses) will allow. Regardless of how that may stand, the point still remains the same. The relationship I used to have with words is constantly changing, growing, and then crashing horribly into the atmosphere; exploding into a million different parts.
           So then, why not create a makeshift place that will allow me to share this ever changing relationship? ... That ellipsis there is my attempt at thinking of a reason to avoid it and the subsequent failure to come up with anything halfway decent. But damn, there were some excellent half assed reasons, imaginary ones, and possibly some involving robots. Since none of those are measuring up to my imaginary requirements for not doing something, I am going to blog out my writing frustrations. From the journalistic/this is life posts, to character ideas/the fleshing out of human beings, setting notations, following of random prompts, and whatever else floats my rather easily satisfied boat.
           

                                        Creativity is a dish best served with force.

           I have come to realize, over some undecided amount of time, that the main reason words and I become such enemies at times is because I don't make a point to write. At least, I do not do it with any level of frequency. Sure, there will be a scribbled down note here, maybe a few sentences there, but once you look at the whole picture all of that is just a small, insignificant dot in a rather large circle; an intimidating circle of doom. The point of which being that without a prescribed time/set aside time to write, I likely won't get myself to do it, thus I am creating a loose time for it.
          Not that I particularly believe that I will follow the schedule religiously, but it will serve as being better than nothing. The schedule in question being something around three to four posts a week if not more. Which, given my hopes for this blog, seems almost reasonable despite the way my mind curves, leaps, and dodges items deemed as "work" at some point. Even if the goal posts aren't met completely, say one of three posts for the week is made, it will still be an overall successful mission. Once a week writing will always gleefully trump once a month to nonexistent writing.

And so it begins, with a BANG.

     One potentially well done ramble later and there you have it, the beginning of something that can only go wrong. So terribly, terribly wrong in fact. But, a disaster is always more fun than playing with the sure thing. Right...? Even if it's not, at the very least I am excited and amused by the tentative awesomeness.