Long Time Coming

Apparently, this blog (or something like it) has been a work in progress for the past couple of years.  Funny thing is, I had no idea. After listening to a great friend for the umpteenth time tell me, "I'm telling you, you need a blog. Nah, for real!" I finally gave it a second thought.  So here we are, my great psychologist friend and I with a great idea. 
"Let's have a Creativity Weekend," she exclaimed as the workday was winding down.
"Yeah," I said excited.
"We can eat pizza," she gave in a satisfying whisper.
"Yeah," I said excited.
"And work on our blogs," she added.
"Yee-ahh," I said with slow excitement.

It's not that I'm not interested in it; it's that I have a long-standing history of running from any type of self-motivated literary commitment. Whether it's a short story or a grocery list, I find it hard to put my final stamp of approval on a writing project.  I spend so much time allowing these great stories and ideas to live and grow and blossom in my brain that I'm afraid they won't survive in an unprotected environment (its kinda like what they say will happen to humans who try to live on the moon without proper air supply). 

This is not to say that I have not made great strides to break this habit.  I have actually written a modest number of plays, short stories, poems, and have even taken classes on it where teachers have encouraged me to try my hand at publishing.  My answer, however, is always the same "No thanks, I was just seeing if I could actually do it."  Bottom Line: I can only muster up enough courage when I make it a challenge (sad, but true) which pisses me off because I'm always wondering how great I could be if I would actually take the time to exercise my writing muscle. 

Sooo...

Here I am again: Another challenge, another short-lived writing workout.  Unless...

So I'm making a pledge to devote two days a week to my post.  Starting today, right now.

Wish me luck!