I want to write. I mean, I want to do more than string words along in a sentence.
I will never paint. I will never play a musical instrument. I do not cook well. There is only one dance that I can do really well, and that probably doesn't count here. Ceramics, pottery, knitting, photography and singing are all out. Since there is no hope that I will have any other artistic acomplishment before I kick the bucket, I think I should write.
I must write.
This is why I started this blog. Actually I've had a few false starts. Each blog coughed and spluttered and ground to a halt after two months or so. Now that I have fairly reliable internet access, we'll see if it is an issue of commitment.
I want to write well. I want to write easily. Stylishly. I want my writing to be crisp, fresh, funny. I want to write with clarity. With candour. With finesse. With force.
To do this requires depth which comes from, among other things, a wide range of experiences. To do this requires practice.
I want to be true to myself. This is one space in which I can do that so I will. I will use my own voice. I will hone my craft and let writing be that creative expression of who I am.