I am interested in exploring writing again, and while there is no real reason to be doing so in a potentially public forum, there’s also no real reason to suspect this writing will find an audience either.
I have, at different times, really enjoyed blogging, primarily while I was working in IT. So perhaps the itch that was being scratched with a regular writing habit is no longer a need: meaning this writing project could just die on the vine. But there is definitely something somewhere in there: in part, I have been inspired by having several people (albeit mostly family members) reminding me that I have always been a bit of a writer, but
And the truth is somewhere in there I would desperately love to do some real writing some day. It would be great to write a book. Naturally I could not yet even position that mythical book as even fiction or non-fiction, let alone in any particular genre, so the dream could potentially reside in a pipe but no matter.