As the world explodes into delightful horror, we dance in the rubble and continue to shine.

The times, they are a changin'.

Little time left for writing, so it seems. A horrible way to live.

So it is no longer. Too many things have gone unsaid, too much time passed, far too many events left to the dust. History is meant to be recorded, no matter how benign it may seem.

Dedicating time to the expulsion of thoughts into text or script is often a necessity for my survival. The mind becomes burdened with far too many things to grasp at once, and clarity seems elusive.

Keeping pace with the mind is not a simple task. Writing is often key.

The writing project 750words has been helpful in keeping me on track. Give it a shot, maybe you'll find it helpful too.

So many things, and some new people to dissect story-wise. By the end of the month I will have four new stories to tell. Many things to be said. Perpetual inconvenience be damned. There are triumphs to be celebrated.

So what will become of this year? Hard to say, yet. It has been one of fantastic change and disturbing loss. We've all had some sort of altering event hit in a short amount of time. Can you handle it? Can any of us?

We're strong enough, I bet.

Let the roller coaster begin.