so long ...

not that anyone ever read this.
or, the five that might have, certainly have not revisited anytime recently.

i mean, i haven't even been here in months and more.

but, that's gonna change.

partly b/c i am now back at home and have very little to do with my time between doctor visits and failed attempts at different elimination diets.
partly b/c if i am going to espouse to be a writer, then, i must write.

and not just in journals that no one sees but me.
for that holds no accountability.
something, that, if we've ever talked for more than 2 conversations, in a deep nature, you know i am passionate about.

and, i believe writers need more of it than anyone.

b/c it's very ego-boosting to say "i'm a writer."
and it's very time consuming to actually be one.

but i am one.

i have realized, through much pain and some pleasure, that i was made to write.
as it brings together many of the other things i share passion about into a culmination that is best expressed through the vehicle of writing.

more on those, and many other things, later.

including the use of the Oxford Comma.

cheers, friends.
and others who stumble here.