Why, hello.

I was supposed to have resumed blog posting last Sunday.

I got sleepy and forgot. Clearly I wasn't serious.

For me, that reveals a bigger issue than this blog.

I spend every waking moment considering things I should be writing about and the wonderful ways I could assemble the words to paint the pictures of the scenery of my life and I think about all the time I've wasted not doing that.

I call myself a writer. Not "aspiring", but a writer.

At my core, my essence, that's who I am. I can't escape it. If I could, it would have left me on grounds of spousal neglect by now.

But if I do not write, blogs or stories or essays or poems, I am not a writer, I am a dreamer.

Dreamers who do not act will never get paid.
C. Noelle