I've been reading a lot, of late, which has disrupted the idea - creativity process. I've also not been in a mood conducive to such things.

*As most sentences invariably lead in this direction, I now present the 'however' addendum.

However, the cogs have begun to shift-albeit wearily-and I'm hopeful that soon, a random sperm of questionable scrawl will penetrate the reinforced walls of the tumbleweed-ridden desolation within. It is just a hope and an ideal, at this point, but hope springs eternal, as Morgan Freeman can attest to.

I did have a brief synaptic spasm earlier today, which I'll post here hesitantly, and with little hope of it being worthy.


It was probably just a twitch.

This will be my inaugural journal entry.

I've never completed a journal before, simply because I'm not terribly proficient at sharing my thoughts, or under any illusion that anyone would care to read them.

Perhaps the desire to share will present itself over time, perhaps not.

Until then, there's always the art.


MDAS