The beginning.

My writings have minds of their own. They lurch from the page and long to be discovered, critiqued, swallowed, devoured. I have been writing since I could hold a pencil. My stories and poems and freewrites and scribbles have evolved from "The Lonely Little Puppy" to what emerges onto my pages now. I have kept them to myself, pressed close to my chest, inhaling them and analyzing them and twisting them solely for my eyes. But my writings seek revenge, and wish to be shared. This blog is to give breath to the loves, griefs, traumas and tribulations that push my pencil to process, that have made up my life thus far. These are the things that swirl about my head when midnight rolls around...