In which the writer picks up the pen once more…

I started writing again today. Actual words, pencil to paper (yes, I still have pencils)…

It’s the same story I’ve written in my head countless times, in as many ways. I know how it begins, but I never figured out how (if?) it ends.

Now that life has calmed down as much as it ever will, maybe I can sit down and try to make sense of it all.