No More Wasted Time

It is time for me to write...

It is time for me to write.

I have wasted too much time watching televison and surfing the internet.

I have not read enough. I have not written enough.

I have another blog, but it is too narrow in scope. I need a place where I can put any of my words. All of my words.

I have plenty of them. They are scattered about. On my home computer. On my work computer. On my handheld computer.

And in my head. Lots and lots in my head, fighting to get out. But also pulling their punches in the pitched battle, because they are afraid that once the leave, there will be no where for them to go.

They fear they will be stranded, floating in an intangible abyss. They are frightened that they will be captured, torn apart unnecessarily, because the world is harsh.

perhaps this is the place for my words. a place they can call home. A safe harbor where they can rest and relax and blossom, free from uncertainity, free from chaos and mayhem.

Perhaps here, finally, is a place for my words to come home.

Thanks to larry brown, and of course, angie.

posted by Tree @ 6:37 PM