Maiden Voyage

3...2...1...Wow! Is this really me in the 21st century? Bloggin like some self-indulgent heiress? Putting waste words and poo-poo ponderings out into the interweb for all the thought police to monitor?

Is it true there are no things but in ideas? Is it true there are no more original storylines left for the novelists and film-makers of commercial entertainment? Geez, what is the real point, anyways? To dream big? To find ballance? To challenge the ones we love to fierce honesty and savvy truth telling?

I decided to start this crazy blog journal because the world gives me gas. And I also decided to start this crazy blog journal because my heart needs to write.

So with that, dear strangers, I shove off on my maiden voyage into the heretofore uncharted seas of blogging-- with its attendent typos, mispellings, and opiniated ranting. May my vessel be sound, may the stores stay dry, and may the fresh water remain plentiful. And, like Puck, I beg apologies for any future offence:

Think but this and all is mended:
That you have but slumbered here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream