So yeah. Hi, LJ! I've been doing the Facebook thing lately and thinking about dabbling in Twitter (I've signed up but haven't done a blessed thing yet). Enforced shortness speaks volumes about life and society, but it fits a little better with where I am right now.

So I've been awake for a while and wanted to hit y'all up with a dose of introspection.

MUSING ON MUSES

I’ve felt her pass through me. I don’t know why and I don’t know how to make it happen again. I’ve spent so much time wishing for her to come back, but I realize the wishing is getting in the way of the doing.

Lemme esplain:

In the summer of 1988, I went to Edinburgh with WPI Masque to perform in The Fringe. I had been steeping in theater for 2 weeks and already felt like drama called to me in a way that not much else could. Like writing did. There’s something about taking a blank page and arranging words on it that speaks to the creator god inside of me.…