A Questionable Venture

Now that the time comes for my first entry, I find myself befuddled. What am I supposed to write? My dreams of a well-wrought body of writing, worthy of existence and sharing with others, seem unfounded. But lets have less thinking and more doing. I'll begin at the beginning: an explanation for my presence in our modern sphere of sound and fury.

There was a time when I fancied myself a potential writer. I was, from a young age, a fantasy bibliophile, confident in my ability to dream a story with the best. I imagined, with happiness, creating new literature for the world-- writing destined to supersede the shallow fantasy I saw around me. That was a different time.

I will not detail the changing of my mind. I barely understand the change myself. But heroic deeds and magic for magic's sake no longer interest me as they once did. Some of that interest remains, but now I recognize fantasy for its true purpose, a purpose my younger self was not aware of. He was a clever person, but could not see the forest for the trees.

So, now, although I have lost my once clear goal (I'm no longer sure if I even want to write fantasy), I will write: nothing too ambitious, just a bit day by day to sharpen my prose, punctuation, and style. I doubt many visitors will chance on this internet backwater, but, should they do so, I hope the read will be of some value.