Checking in.

I have been absent for some time.

Many years ago I wrote to help me vent, clear my skeletons from the dark mental closet I had so carefully and meticulously built.

I wrote about my mental illness. My alcohol abuse. My efforts to deal with those things.

I wrote about day to day life. My pets, my avocation, my failure to make it my vocation.

As time went by I began to stop writing. I started to just whine.

There are brief moments that I feel I was myself again. Share real, personal and (to me anyway) meaningful stuff. It was, sadly, few and far between.

Someone recently started to read this blog. I was in the process of deleting all the bullshit posts. Trying to leave only the parts I thought actually showed some kind of respect to the written word.

One of the people I respect most in this world once told me, “When you write, you have a voice. It sounds like you. Most writers struggle for that. You seem to have it without trying.”

I have allowed that voice to become dormant. Allowed it to be wasted and take a second seat to typical ranting and raving. I have allowed my childish, selfish, insecure and petty side silence the voice I have.

A successful blog (one that has visitors, subscribers and makes the author money) is about something. It has a theme, gives insight, shares information, educates or stimulates readers.

I do not expect to have a successful blog as I have none of those requisite things at my disposal to share.

I will strive to do nothing more than write entertaining, if lucky, thought-provoking and as always. things that will let the ready know more of me. And maybe, just maybe, something will with reach someone and it will be moved around until the day I have two dozen reads.

My goal.